Tired of feeling wired of dealing
Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring
The huge wound, that's gonna lay in your heart like your fathers frown.
They stop the whole game everytime i come around
Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon
And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one
Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts
When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz
Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai
Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die
Of being of always getting wired
My shirt, purple label my shirt
A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred
Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >