Drivin' my impala and selling drugs
In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux
Probly from selling or doing drugs
Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts
In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes
The mainstream is selling out, giving their bodies and souls,
They worked together to get out of the jail,
Hit the block like a postman with mail
Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments
Niggas out here yellin no new friends
I'm breaking free of these shackles
I used to sell them things in triangles
Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email
Plus i keep it on lock, like i'm part of the jail
Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail
Coz im out on bail from the county jail
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 >