All me
• Written by BabyChula210
(Slow with beat)
Come on look at me
Tell me what it is you see
Hope we can have prosperity
But I know it's not a guarantee
I started up in making this music
Cuz its so very therapeutic
I can talk all the smack
It'll end up on a Soundtrack
(With beat)
I may not know how to do it
But I won't go pass my limit
To clown you and do it good
You won't know how it is I pulled
The lyrics coming out of my mouth
It is becuz I'm from down South
The home of Dope House Records
They don't like to play no checkers
(Fast)
Get the strap
It's a rap
These niggas don't know how to act
Lyrically you ain't shit
Can't you take the fuken hint
The words coming out means you dismissed
Get up and leave now
Don't sit there and ask how
Make a grand escape and take a bow
Growing in these streets
Girls loved to jump me
Had a lot of deceit
Jelly for my looks
Guys were hooked
I don't wanna to be misunderstood
(Slow with beat)
Sit the fuk down
This isn't the playground
I won't sit here and cry
I'll wave and say goodbye
It's how this shit will go
Most people think Im a hoe
This woman has no heart
It's the beginning of a start
(With beat)
Im from a city that is small
I really ain't that fuken tall
But I can use these hands
Don't think you're bad ass
I just think it's so wack
That I have to attack
I thought you were my friend
Bye met your dirty end
(Fast)
What you mean
Go between
I'll be on the TV screen
Lots to be said
I ain't dead
I'll make sure you won't forget
The girl killing beats
Don't accept defeats
Lady in the streets freak in these sheets
Yes I was married at 18
No love marriages lately
Most told me I was so krazy
At the age of 16
I wasn't a teen
I was into all types of amphetamines
(Slow with beat)
Here in the west side
You lay down and die
Or you can go for a ride
Everyone thinks they're lies
It really is not a prize
I can give you some advice
You wanna ask why?
You'll be someone's bullseye
(With beat)
Scared everyone can tell
I'm welcoming you to hell
Throw yourself on the floor
Plz don't go run out the door
To bad you were just told
No one told you to bolt
Another Mexican shot dead
That's what the news had said
(Fast)
Let me be
I am free
I just want to make money
In the bank
We won't tank
Looks like your boat just sank
Your music isn't like wiz
You don't know the biz
I once knew a pretty girl named Liz
My name is Baby Chula
I don't wanna fool ya
Love my lyrics let's make moolah
Work with those who know
How to rap on any flow
We can get down in the studio
(Slow with beat)
In front of these gangstas
You can't get that rank up
To much of a pussy
Quit being so pushy
No one liked your stuff
It can be very tough
Next to me you'll be dust
Have a lot of mistrust
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BabyChula210
Member since June 4 2017