Sunday, March 24, 2013

long time

da girl ask me long time no rhyme
I said bi**h its no wine n dine
changin guyz like fu***n pan**ys
needed a vacation ease off mine

i alwaz said...respect earn it
how many people did turn it
u still wanna earn cash
or would u juz go out n burn it

hell iz not we've seen here
eazy 2 pick a road dat goz dere
aint hard 2 seek goodness
shit wont realize till death iz near...

go on homie lose yourself
nothin 2 loze fu***n curse urself
liar liar liar they call U
last thing u need a gun 2 kill urself

hopin 2 come up wid a new shit
trynna get over dat fat a** bitch
wats life widout motivations
tryna keep ya head up till last beat

these streetz filled wid poserz
talkin gunz drugz n rolla coasters
sleepin besides mama's bed
make u laugh hell clown loserz

can't turn da way life iz turnin ya
sneak in ur heart widout cuttin ya
who da f**k u lyin wid
truth revealed every1 turnt against ya...

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