PRIZE FIGHTER
VVS🎶113 Plays
•15 Jun 2019
what u put in is what u get out no time slackin turned my problems to a traphouse thats called progression made my way out up them trenches when they said i couldnt make it counting racks up in a stash house that called accounting early mornings late nights had to sacrafice they werent built for it left em all in hindsight got my focal point percise and my mind right kill the game got it lookin like a grave sight goons lurkin wit them choppas they aint nothing nice killem all ask later we was that type that gang shit was a way of life catch me slidin threw the city gettin faded under city lights playing for keeps no thang as defeat workin the pot til its bon appetite get it for cheap then flood the streets the fam gotta eat so i grind like a beast champion shit my team needs a rings analyze licks wit plots and schemes swerving that road of broken dreams hit the clutch smash by any means all or nothing buy or sell i need clientele some homies gone till november in that cold cell prayers for your family and I wish u well fuck a op i aim and pop and send em straight to hell it seems the worst shit can bring the best up out ya fuck a hater go harder when they start to doubt ya blood sweat and tears i dont need no ones voucher back against wall ill go out like a prize fighter what dont kill you makes you stronger pain and strugglin lead to the hunger
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thanks bruh
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what u put in is what u get out no time slackin turned my problems to a traphouse thats called progression made my way out up them trenches when they said i couldnt make it counting racks up in a stash house that called accounting early mornings late nights had to sacrafice they werent built for it left em all in hindsight got my focal point percise and my mind right kill the game got it lookin like a grave sight goons lurkin wit them choppas they aint nothing nice killem all ask later we was that type that gang shit was a way of life catch me slidin threw the city gettin faded under city lights playing for keeps no thang as defeat workin the pot til its bon appetite get it for cheap then flood the streets the fam gotta eat so i grind like a beast champion shit my team needs a rings analyze licks wit plots and schemes swerving that road of broken dreams hit the clutch smash by any means all or nothing buy or sell i need clientele some homies gone till november in that cold cell prayers for your family and I wish u well fuck a op i aim and pop and send em straight to hell it seems the worst shit can bring the best up out ya fuck a hater go harder when they start to doubt ya blood sweat and tears i dont need no ones voucher back against wall ill go out like a prize fighter what dont kill you makes you stronger pain and strugglin lead to the hunger
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