the image its not your own isnt poverty fun when you can turn it off and on? youll know oppression when you no longer have the choice but for now
three blazed all in yo chest Brain waves you dazed up You see death stare you straight in your face Get waked up cause I left ya stretch for the hurse I take no chance for
I'm about to down, play the scenery Big ol' Expedition's, do some dirt in it tonight Five choppers for who lost, kill a nigga, we just might Bitch niggaz get left
bedroom praying for money we never think would she be dead soon Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else at 13 can't feed myself Can I blame daddy 'cause he left
, f**k these punks Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf I ride or die for Makaveli the
maneuver with the heat Think boy or get your brains left in the street Yeah the Stick-up Kids say it's out the tax, But I get your shines back for you
bruised And now your soul is bruised And you color is violet. Work hard for nothing A garden growing rust Dead flower 4 barrel Fertilizing the dirt Dead
in self loathing when the fucking dirt proves stronger than the most pure emotion that I've ever fucking had so what is left in life - but my destruction
work for you every day and bring my money home to you" One day he up and left her and ever since that She waits down at the end of that dirt road for
talk to 'em... When there's no more music left And the lights go out, all you hear is silence I'll be that voice (Give it to DJ Khaled for doin it Y
a bad boy since diapers and Gerber's My first words were "Bleep bleep" and "Curse curse" Never had ish, and I still don't deserve dirt My breath still
never disrespect two rings round both eyes, right? Lady like in many ways Because in trust I can be crazy like on any day Some do they dirt but best believe
phones Yo this straight crack (yeah), even my hand got tooken to jail For writing murder, my wrist couldn't take it in bail Then left my fingers for dead
tired, she a house wreck (that's right) Don't buy it, tell me why you said that ("Cause you left me...") I never left you, you left me You thought if
need no has been messin' up my corner And you better get that mad look off your face for I knock it off Hey fool you ready for another beating You should
got a fetish (For boys who go get it) She only date ballers (It's miss Shawnna) [Verse 3: Shawnna] Ay Shawnna I wrote the first 3 For bitches in tha
goes His head poped off and started nibblin on my toes I got dead bodies to the right I got dead bodies to the left I done took care of one, but what
