Unbreakable
Makybie Mixon270 Plays
•24 Sep 2020
Thinking in my head How much harder can things get Dozen of fucking problems to get fixed Nigga Im fighting I can’t get thrown in a ditch AR -15 have ur ass in a glitch My skills and game predicted Man hood transmitted The love and loyalty restricted This lean and blunt I’m addicted I buy by the poud u can sniff it If I don’t have money Ima turn around and flip it You say u love me but don’t want me You feeling got me tripping I know I’m not good but my intentions Was to help you be lifted Trying to do good But I keep sining Things get worse before getting better I smooth talk her b as soft as feather A nigga getting hot Like the sun beaming on leather they know who getting paper She cumin on my dick Tha shit look like foam Shit was so crazy took a picture on my phone In my head I’m think While facing a blunt to my dome God keep blessing me Untangling me like a comb Ik god got his eyes on me He spying like a drone All the things I did I’m just praying I still make it home On the news u see more people dieing But where me and my brothers from Seeing different faces was more exciting Thinking in my head How much harder can things get Dozen of fucking problems to get fixed Nigga Im fighting I can’t get thrown in a ditch AR -15 have ur ass in a glitch The bag I’m still chasing That ass keep bouncing So the cash keep dropping Bro said the 40 he bussin Swore on my heart Wouldn’t change for nun Ik I’m fucked up But u get it how live It’s hard to swole this pill I swear bro death had me ill My family told me to do this shit With a passion I don’t know what ima do once I see mama in a casket Some people looked at me And could tell at the moment I was ratchet Down on my dick That shit was tragic Trying get it on my own Like magic Trying to still get pass it I pray to god every day that I make it Pops said all these problems I need to face it I don’t know why But it seem like I’m locked up in a basement I’ve been on my own lately And telling u nigga the shit ain’t easy I’ve slept in my car and woke up steaming That drove me so I start skeaming I’m to deep cause her pussy is creaming I’m broken hearted So come stop my heart from leaking Henny have me screaming like Whitney Watch iced out it’s costed 230 More like a penny In a drop top it’s a Bentley Nigga the block hot Still mind my business Don’t do nothing Under pressure ain’t no switching Catch me cooking Whipping powder In the kitchen Too many hoes I’m pimpen - [ ]
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Thinking in my head How much harder can things get Dozen of fucking problems to get fixed Nigga Im fighting I can’t get thrown in a ditch AR -15 have ur ass in a glitch My skills and game predicted Man hood transmitted The love and loyalty restricted This lean and blunt I’m addicted I buy by the poud u can sniff it If I don’t have money Ima turn around and flip it You say u love me but don’t want me You feeling got me tripping I know I’m not good but my intentions Was to help you be lifted Trying to do good But I keep sining Things get worse before getting better I smooth talk her b as soft as feather A nigga getting hot Like the sun beaming on leather they know who getting paper She cumin on my dick Tha shit look like foam Shit was so crazy took a picture on my phone In my head I’m think While facing a blunt to my dome God keep blessing me Untangling me like a comb Ik god got his eyes on me He spying like a drone All the things I did I’m just praying I still make it home On the news u see more people dieing But where me and my brothers from Seeing different faces was more exciting Thinking in my head How much harder can things get Dozen of fucking problems to get fixed Nigga Im fighting I can’t get thrown in a ditch AR -15 have ur ass in a glitch The bag I’m still chasing That ass keep bouncing So the cash keep dropping Bro said the 40 he bussin Swore on my heart Wouldn’t change for nun Ik I’m fucked up But u get it how live It’s hard to swole this pill I swear bro death had me ill My family told me to do this shit With a passion I don’t know what ima do once I see mama in a casket Some people looked at me And could tell at the moment I was ratchet Down on my dick That shit was tragic Trying get it on my own Like magic Trying to still get pass it I pray to god every day that I make it Pops said all these problems I need to face it I don’t know why But it seem like I’m locked up in a basement I’ve been on my own lately And telling u nigga the shit ain’t easy I’ve slept in my car and woke up steaming That drove me so I start skeaming I’m to deep cause her pussy is creaming I’m broken hearted So come stop my heart from leaking Henny have me screaming like Whitney Watch iced out it’s costed 230 More like a penny In a drop top it’s a Bentley Nigga the block hot Still mind my business Don’t do nothing Under pressure ain’t no switching Catch me cooking Whipping powder In the kitchen Too many hoes I’m pimpen - [ ]
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