Category: Face The Music

Long Road

11May

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yo this life is a trip long road
will u make it to the end no one knows no one knows
anything you could you do yea i dun it
always make money stayed hi
i love it fuck it

yo this life is a trip am i hallucinatin
dudes think im fallin off
well they culd keep hatin
ill just stay on my grind n keep cakin
smokin a a hunned joints a day like a jamiacian
n i fuckin do it extremist
anything i say i mean this
wit these rhymes i spittin
i love it a fuckin genius
n im amped up ima kkeep writn
life is goin to fast pass my eyes flashin lights
ima do my thing here n in the afterlife
n u know do my thing im rite here so pass the mic
second album done son
i won son
so its a wrap
yea i done it all
got it all
u culd kiss my ass
so if you talkin money
yea i speak it fluent
make my way up to tha top
n did it all music
feel like ima lose it
i got what it takes n ima fuckin prove it
lifes been lonjg causin confusion
yo this life is a trip long road
million mixtapes printes alll sold all sold
anything you could you do yea i dun it
always make money stayed hi
i love it fuck it
yo its b rock
this is for my boys tht always keep there heat cocked
dangerous wit a penicil
lifes a trip a long road and i use it as a stencil
for my rhymes cuz wit out those u know tht id be goin mental
these drugs got me trippin
hallucitnatin no use in hatin
its to late u knew id make it
n id be cakin
cuz im grindin life is to short to for u to fall behind n
start buggin lose ya mind
stress is just wearin me out
to the point where im pullin my hair n tearin it out
im lazy as hell lookin for sweatpants to wear in the house
im not a asshole im just declarin this now
unsigned wit the whole world just blarin my sounds im tearin the town up
better get the point cuz i aint playin bodies decayin im slayin
u fuckers this world is just what u make it
soi mutha fuck one time its my time cuz another day another dollar
im on my grind

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Jockin Me

11May

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whyu jockin me
why yopu all up on my dick man
its so sikenin
n u jockin me all up on my shit man

wen i get on these beats call me the hitman
cuz i stay in tha hood just bangin out them hits man
minds my unstable like a bike with out a kickstand
n u know we got it all cuz we price them grams
n my money long but that dont make me twice tha man
what makes me twice the man is theswe lines i spit
look at my shows u kno tha line n shit
to quit i must be hi as shit
but i aint stoippin till my last breath ackknowledge it
n fuk channel 5 its hood politics
cops drugs murders n dudes that just poppin clips
so evrystand tha fuk up n headbop to this
im that dude thats coppin bricks
get um when we settledown n then dock the ships
then cop n flip
haters on my dick plus these cops n shit
omg its so obnoxious

 

yea i do own thing
i got my own style
make my videos look like girls gon wild
its b-rock man n u know im hittin licks
u kno im flippin bricks
even the haters on my dick
even if u talk shit i kno u like me
n u wont admit tht no not likely
im a asshole i proly got that face you wana punch
but u suckers got the flow that i culd eat up for lunch
n still not be full
we will not be coool
n if wee do settle tha beef u still gotta deal wit my crew
my ambition is crfazy im in n out of merceedies do big things
chill chillin wit some ladies
do i have to spell it out like alphabet soup
while im goin 95 blowin sour outthe roof
n im a starte beat killer when i get in the booth
pens mightier then the sword
but i will still shooot
why u jockin me im just tryin to b me
why u jockin me im just tryin b b
all them player haters outtthere tryina c me
n if they culd see me then im on tha tv
i got it down pact
wit these lines that i got
im nice i finsih some songs n finish sopme shots
when i bring out the dutchies i bring out tha box
n whenb i smoke to the head i bring out tha shop
so its a no go if u flo
why dont chu stop
there aint no point in ya albums cuz its a flop
so you hatin on me cuz my flava is cool
n im chillin wit some ladies when im waitin in school
\smoove so while all you hatin on me im already bak in the studiio doin my thing
so if u jockin me then get up off my shit bro
its b-rock n im comin thru wit the sik flow

 

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I’m Sorry

11May

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im sorry
for all the things that i did
bak in tha day when i wuz bein a kid
im sorry for when i came home late
sorry for comin home hi n eatin 8 plates
of food n bein in a bad mod sorry mom n dad i take it out on u
dad i dnt kno what id do without u dude
u keep me on track wen im feelin blue
n my lil sis im sorry to for all tha shit i put u thru
witnessin tha police n what they put us thru
n mom im sorry for everything
cant even go down the list theres too many things
n dad i hope u stay proud wether they lock me up
or keep me down
but they cant keep me for ever
theress a rainbow in tha sky thas like seein heaven
mad colors like the haze that i smoke
sorry for bullyin all the jokes that joked
sorry f0r all the Lz n all the smoke that i smoked
trachea brake it up opejnd ya throat
until u opend tha note n reaDS IM sorry
im sorry for all the drugs all the pill poppin
sorry for tha violence all tha gun cockin
sorry for all tha fist fites all the rockin
sorry for alchohol all tha vodka
but wen im it likie nuttin can stop ya
n i need my meds dont have a doctor
sorry for all the slefd medicatin dont kno what do
i must be satan
or i must be changin
cuz im sry for tha shit tht did
bein me trippin seein wen i wuz bein kid
but i gotta end this song i still fuckin sin
i still cnt win

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Everyday I Try

10May

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EVERYDAY I TRY TO DO A LITTLE BETTER

WETHER ITS SUNNY DAYS OR IT SNOWY WETHER
N I WALK AROUND LKE IM SO TOGETHER
LIKE IM THINKIN STRATE BUT YOU KNO IM NEVER EVER
SHAKIN NERVOUS CUZ I NEED MY XANAX MAN
WEEED IM BLOWIN SMOKE IT FOR MY PANICS MAN
DRUGS N RAP MUSIC GOIN HAND IN HAND
SO I WAS THINKIN REALLY WRONG WHEN I WENT N PLANNED MY PLANS
SEE I WAS FUCKIN 12 WHEN STARTED REALLY SMOKIN
SKIPPIN CLASS N GOIN NOWHERE WHERE IM REALLLY GOIN
KICKED IT FREESTYLE THEN I STARTED REALLY FLOWIN
WHEN I PICKED UP THE PEN I KNEW I WAS A POET
PUT UR SELF IN MY SHOES N MAKE IT THRU THE STRUGLE
ONE DAY I MAKE IT OUT THIS LIFE N THRU THE RUBLE
LIFE IS TO SHORT FOR COURT N ALL THE FUCKIN TRUBLESO MOM N DAD JUST ON I REALLY LOV YOU

EVERYDAY TRY TO DO THE RIGHT THING
NOT WORRY BOUT THE RIMS N THE NICE BLNG
WRITERSBLOCKED GOT ME STUCK I NEED SUTIN TO DO
SO U KNOW IM HUSTLIN TREES N PUFFIN UM TO
CUSTIS CALLIN SO U KNO THAT MY CELLUAR RINGIN
BUT LOOK AT ALL THE DRAMA THE MONEY IS BRINGIN

 

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