Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie
Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry
Like a mouth with dry sockets
Without the sound of guns
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
I keep my rhymes dry no milk straight cereal
Not something you learn like sucking with dry jaws.
Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause
And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie
Im that seed in your life, im that water for your thirst when your dry
For the most part those blocks get bogart
Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art
The chap stick has run dry,
Don't ask me why
I been blowin ghanja my mouth dry i need some drank
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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