last sac

Sit back and I rap and wrap the the last sac of weed that I need for easing my only reason sent here to plead on my broken knees to get all the things that's keepin me breathin no fun for Stephen love in me leaving cant hear me screaming question my demons damn why u leaving man I might need ya faith runs the preacher checks run the teacher Bill's run yo ppl str8 to that reaper if lifes a game then it's made of creepers explosive motions when I rip tracks get dat everything match like tick tic naw you wont eva get ya bitch back man I cant sleep I'm everything I'm life I didnt really wanna be I wanna get wife to help in following the dream .and maybe we can go n see alot of different things mane thang call when the landlord been by if I had money Imma still feel broke I cant stop gotta go n get it pops like why moneyx3 no cap feel prayed out momma told me You gotta crawl 4 u walk when I got outta prison later on we had a talk baby get ya money but dont let a nigga play you n every chick you see ain't gone b loyal like they sayin I'm Only interested in self if god cant help the rod might help set up to get a check I came to get a bag so I can ride fast in a all black jag see a bitch that called me bummy n glide past hopping out the whip finna flex wit 100 bands memeber used to sleep on a rack in a open barracks niggas like roaches except wit a open hand never had shit I suppose I can understand what I barely got I give to anotha man knowin cuz he wasnt willin n I got the uppa hand