Normally i order three or four of these
Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories
It's about niggas and bitches, power and money
You spit that end rhyme trash i'm spittin syllables two or three
U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!
Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years
Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three
In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see
Been trying to put it down long after i was signed
Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind
I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby
Two or three, hits of thc, yeah it fits for me.
Now momma told me be careful who you love
Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,
And in akron, my niggas they would throw things
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