Me and Steve ... He made it real easy for my homie and me

Me and Steve ... He made it real easy for my homie and me
An I dun smoke unless I'm bustin at you hating bitches
If you a thug my nigga be a thug
if you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs
if you gonna rap about it be trill about it
and don't say shit if you can't BE REAL about it
Coming up as a child all i seen was hell
My momma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail
I came robbin and kicking in doors then on my behalf and 17 old
But ya see shorty, My mom was a G
She did what she had to do, and got on the grind like a damn nigga would do
Talking about pimping, o she did that too
I got robbed and this old nigga took all my loot
And I was just 12 years old on 13 skin and bones that's why I thank my heart to sell dope
I gives a fuck about none of you hoes
All you fake thugs think about is grills and gold, and pressin these doors
(shorty) and caking these hoes
I'm a pimp, I spend my time making these hoes
Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself
A nigga thinkin bout change contemplating my death
Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigga
and the only way I can get away is weed and liquor

# Posté le jeudi 05 novembre 2009 07:58

Strong...

Strong...

# Posté le mardi 03 novembre 2009 14:38

Modifié le jeudi 05 novembre 2009 08:13