Revelation
• Written by NsL
I got plenty of money
I got rich off the codine
I got rich off in cali
Headed straight down on the mali
neighborhood streets nigga posse
Got shooters like dun dee
Stealth out the back of an Audi
I work with the money
Niggas tell me to shoot
I ain't sorry
Don't get cold
I got 30 bugattis
I got 20 feraris
And 20 impalis
Got rich off of benzines
30s and pink zincs
Niggas drink pen ink
Fiendin for one drink
Never get no sleep
Niggas like 10 deep
nights be shady
speedin 180
No one can catch me
No one arrest me
Nigga don't test me
Couisins be G.D.
You weren't even ready
Now shit gettin deadly
Hold my shit steady
Murder your family
send a letter with flowers and candies
Don't dare offend me
Niggas pay up or shit get nasty
Stash your ass in the backseat
Danger on these streets
Bash your head on the concrete
Cement nigga
Building blocks take a hint nigga
Say you real?
No you ain't nigga
I live 3 blocks from the dope
3 miles from coke
#600 the rope
Bitch you a joke
Nigga I broke
Thats why I started sellin DOPE!
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NsL
Member since August 1 2017