Untitled Song
• Written by user250488171
im a soloist,
going boloist,
played the ditchin game,
zero tolerance,
for pocket ganja,
took my life away,
kick out of class,
growing pains,
dont out last,
sometimes brings back happiness,
al green stuff,
bannas,
screw any battle tigers,
i rap alot
get ass so much
dont care
buzz
and alert
wake da buck spot up
weakness never ,
come close enough
this is for the rough necks
of los Angeles
whether your crip or blood
brown pride raza
question me answer,
i slap yo face,
