Myth

I'm tryna climb up outta this hole Like a groundhog i see my shadow is probably tha only one that's stayin down.. Never left my side like a 9 and a bunch of 12 around me Hands up nigga.. Shit I'm tryna keep my bands up nigga My pockets gettin thick I need to pull my pants up nigga I can't chance a second of my life Some people never get a second chance at life.. All this envy amd strife it's Unexplainable and unattainable.. The cards is on the table.. Dancin with stars like Terrell Owens my horses at the stable Keep it alive like that pussy tellin He won't see it comin Across from em until you left.. you just kno he aint right Like Africans from Jamaica Terrified killas.. Scary but tryna put a dick up in ya.. But that don't mean that its tha end of the world.. Keep it G to tha 3 I gotta keep up My guard, my grind and my grub.. Its always better when your silence speaks up..

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