I don't even write no more, this *** not even, it's like my twist so it's like, I'm writing this *** and it's like, the ***, this *** take more time to get out, usually I just grew up to do, *** it. Many hurt me when they killed my nigga Bok, how the *** they catch you slipping in the car on an ando, I never think a nigga catch you slipping if your hands so tied up, I'll shut with a blindfold, but some *** like why you had to die bro, the will of god and you can't cuz of god though, *** a nigga you know I'm on rod bro, and if it's bout mine I'm a sly bro, inch I wreck and I'm screaming free rondo, back on the west side posted on an ando, bro bringing *** we call it nigga brondo, get your *** pushed back on reclindo, no I didn't sell my soul to get signed though, but it's 40 tickets so you can die bro, if I was you I really wouldn't try bro, if I was you I really wouldn't try bro, mine was booked up for 3 years, my brother told me had to wipe my tears, sister said we was gon get up out of there, so I had to get it without no fear, I picked up a pen and a pen, we didn't have pots so my mom was my dad, I swear to god that my life was so sad, I swear to god that my life was so bad, it's too bad, and the trenches just know I keep it on me, lost my cousin that day that lost my homie, I swear to god that that *** really hurt me when shannon died, I swear to god that it hurt me, grown and cowdy, swear to god they my brodies, niggas talking crazy but still ain't murk me, brush it off on that bitch that me dirty, yeah brush it off on that bitch that me dirty, down on my dick and I didn't have ***, not even a pot to piss in, I was just ***ed up but I lucked up that I made it up out of them trenches, I was down bad, I was down on my dick and I had a lil chick and I carried a stick, and if you try to hide it you die with the stick, and if you not a killer can't hop in the whip, I got my check up, I got me a bag and I met a lil bitch and I met her at skips, I know a nigga who shot and he ricocheted, bullet hit him and he died in his pits, niggas ain't coming outside, he wolfing on lives, a nigga had died in his pits, you ain't been in that car when you ride with your pipe and you can't turn around, gotta die for your nicks, you ain't outside for real, the only tiny *** when you slidin' on twitter, you a pussy lil pussy, pop out your car but you shot from a distance, you coulda got up on a lil nigga you a wrecker, how you feel you ain't did *** for the nigga that died, who a rapper you a pussy nigga you a pussy, down on my dick and I didn't have ***, not even a pot to piss in, I was just ***ed up but I lucked up that I made it up out of them trenches, I was down bad, I was down on my dick and I had a lil chick and I carried a stick, and if you try to hide it you die with the stick, and if you not a killer can't hop in the whip