Napan part 4
• Written by blackmanTondux
The truth gets soo thickle
when your sitting rooftop with a scope and a missile
waiting on first seargant to whistle
as I sharpen my pistol
holding down my corner like its Corona
and we fighting for tissue
holding it down for all foreigners
but that aint the issue .
they stole that shit from our farmers
, Obbamas
and our mamas
then sole that shit to Ossamas
and Holy daliyamas
while holding me back in first grade
asking me...do you know where the commas
..go in this sentence..
until they can throw in this sentence.
got me acting all timid in my dodge plymoth
even tho I just got the bitch tented.
catch me stunting in some ride
some rich crack head rented.....
the kid for some minerals
im celebrating like its the bi centenial
pulling up to Dollar general
swagged out holding my genitals.
Ohh i'm just letting my nuts hang.
But why speak of such game.
clutching my 380 like its my baby
while i'm screaming...Fuck Wayne
For 7 whole days like Toni braxton
I stay ready for Action
am I ready
thank yall for asking
but im a fucking assassin
pops told me , son before you grab this 22
think about what the fuck you grasping ..
pops, its for when things no longer add up
and i gotta switch to subtraction
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blackmanTondux
Member since March 3 2015