1 cuz,’ cuz’ i don’t give a fucK about bloods; yeah I’ma a real ass nigga from these muthafuccin streets these niggas just mad cuz they still don’t fuccin know me. Straight up I’ma muthafuccin gangsta; lame niggas always tryna stick me for mah paper, why all my friends decide to turn to fuccin haters? just tryna live my life to da muthafuccin fullest I’m always strapped with my gun and Dem hollow tipped bullets. I’ma real nigga from these muthafuccin streets I’ll fuccin stick you in your teeth, you niggas talk down cuz you still can’t fuck with me. I’m straight I’m fly, yup higher then the moon, eighty- fo’s and butter rolls looks like a cartoon; too many haters on my fuccin mind I gotta stop stressin and stay up on my grind. If you read what I type it’s guaranteed to blow ya mind. You niggas just talkin, you niggas just blind I’m on some next level shit, I’m always on my grizzy I’m always gon shine. To all my fuccin haters I’m steady staccin paper, while ya’ll steady sellin 5’s n 10’s I’m already rollin big in my off white opalescent Benz sittin sideways on them muthafuccin 20’s or maybe 22’s u can’t hate me cuz my favorite color b that fuccin blue. Blue in my house, blue in my room, blue on da rims and blue on da shoes I’ma show you how I live, and I’ma show ya what it do I’m drippin fuccin candy these niggas still don’t understand me, as I stay grindin and stay shinnin n my Cadillac on chrome, I said my Cadillac I’m grippin wood n my Fleatwood with my three screens I’m da realist on this hoe. Boy stop playin these lame fuccin games don’t be mad now hater cuz I ran u out da game; niggas still trippin cuz they don’t know my name. MAN!
by LilJoker
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