Gifted
• Written by RapperRealm
Ay
I'm hopped up on it, it won't go away
It's a struggle,It's fading away
everyday I wake up hearing bullets hit some niggas
ay
But ay yo I'm just telling the truth
And I snap like Bob Backlund in the booth
Dark side of town, baby mama blues
i wake back up i cant find my car i gotta BLUES CLUES
Magazines who at times seem to misuse
Miss "you" miss cues and misuse one's menu
Don't you worry, just keep movin boo
I could think of a couple positions for you
About to slide out but I'll get back at ya ooh
ooh as the clock strikes twelve I'm sitting
There'd still be niggas out killing
sittin on the corner of this bitch and smoking smoky shit
It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet
Would you capture it, or just let it slip
see you rot,on the same banana,make your bars slip
And I'm still high, so I'm tryna dip
Blue lights flashing dip the clutch'
ay
Tell me how can we live this way
We've come all this way from way back
Makin money back to back
The Jager in my cup is licorice black
Last straw, fuck that, I'm who broke the camel's back
Never goin back i aint ever lookin back
In the booth back to back Wednesdays
whoooop
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RapperRealm
Member since April 10 2018