| dreamer |
06-02-03 11:02 AM |
coward niggas
Momma left me at the age of three// but it contributed to my bravery// a little sheep that look savory// to these predators//check my metaphors//they leave you mesmorized//putting a clip in my gun the hood exercise//step aside// time to rep and ride//bullets have you doing the electric slide//back forth side to side//flesh and lead collide//lessons i provide//should have never mess with my empire//making the youngest niggas retire//you fucking with fire//call me sire//i tell facts until proven im a liar//so i suggest you dont test me//you get put to rest if you second guess me//guaruntee youll die stressfully//i know its agonizing//my brain is strategizing //analyzing //every situation//before i go outside i look listen be patient//cause niggas could be waiting//Debating should i wear my vest in case they should be out hating//creating disasters//ill kill all them bastards//
my bullets pour like showers//when i hold my gun i get powers//too late your momma already received flowers//death to all you fucing cowards
my bullets pour like showers//when i hold my gun i get powers//too late your mama already received flowers//death to all you fucing cowards
Since im cursed //i use my bullets to reimburse//like a vampire blood quinches my thirst//so whos gonna be first//shoot ya body up on the way to the cemetary in the hurst//just to make matters worse//Nas said he uses his tounge to kill a demon//i use my gun to stop a nigga from dreamin// a dead nigga to me is just more wasted semen//infared rays stay beamin//no mercy in my eyes//what hurts me is when a grown man cries//cause the strong beat the weak and the strong get beat by the wise//a lesson to be learned by the next man coward niggas i despise. my bullets pour like showers//when i hold my gun i get powers//too late your momma already received flowers//death to all you fucing cowards
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