it...and I'm so homophobic I wont even throw clothes in the Closet Fuck it...I've lost it... I'm holocausted...see my face it's written all acrossed it
be playin, I be sayin the real I'm serious bout this paper dogg, And I might get killed If I keep it too real, Let me spill my guts, Over this track To
nine-five with the wagon Create drama when I hunt for cream And I pack em in mean, My sweet sixteen Is fly, My vibe is live, I gots to ride A smoke a
skill rappers on the make Who say the same shit, come in the same fit And I'm wonderful while I'm most wild Most call me Wonder Why for years Got hip-
we only talk when I need it Or if I only miss you when I'm afraid I always carry you on my bag Any moment you're out of my sight I make mistakes in so
hear it tho I rickety rock the micrphone Don't do it dont do it cuz that shit is stupid...I knew it I take a beat and loop it...i take a beat and troop
playin, I be sayin the real I'm serious bout this paper dogg, And I might get killed If I keep it too real, Let me spill my guts, Over this track To let
:] I'm like a crack addict, with these mac's I got a bad habbit Clack clack, in the pen, back out, i'm back at it It's like my lawyer know black magic
blind eye to the lies just to keep it all together, But sometimes when I'm alone like this I wonder whether it's worth it. Smiling and socialising. Endless
of what I make it's like cajun I'm making sure you are wanted cause Don't it sound amazing trails-I'm-blazin And I ain't sitting in no saddles From
since I can't believe the shit I'm seeing turning up my bottle I keep my eyes and I'll rip you, I swear I'm being followed Can't goto sleep at night unless
em J-Ro, E-Swift, Tash and them "Expansion Team", "X.O." chips, cashin 'em I'm not fashionable but I am international I called it like I see it on stage
t shit you can say to let my g ?? back I'm letting off on my enemy aint showing no slack It's a fact all snitches need to be thrown in ditches I sweat
that Out the blue you crooked punishments choose to jack You might see me on a cell fussing with my girl cussing If you see me in the club it's only
his weapon I'm jettin down this dead end thrill I hit the street I got no jacket on my back But I got my Tim's on my feet when my life broke across