You know the ones
Fellas’ fulla ice
Runnin’ around spitin’ dice
Love um fuck’um, leave’um
Underachieva, please believe in ya,
Boy.
Lies to **** Christ,
Kissin’ the lips of death with every last breath,
A ***** left pressin’ everything in the way needless to say this left him
Stretched.
Up in his mind he lost track of time
He been there done that and decided he could get back
But didn't and now he's pitted his mind against a fitted
and some nikes
and still his life falls down the pipes,
he lost it at a small price
Just a few clothes shoes and hoes
Who knows maybe that all he needed though,
Hell bro maybe that's we all need it more.
We left worryin’ bout food with nuttin’ to do,
our economy **** man now we *******
he got out when he was young in his prime actin a fool
**** the best times in life
What happens to us left to die?
You know the ones the king of vice
The ones that love to spit dice
Yea you know the king of vice
The ones who paid the price