FEEDBACK IMMEDIATLY PLZ
try to say this at a slow pace but but with a beat

i feel like what da hell was i thinking,
got shot by da shotgun, now am sinkin
what can i do, sittin in da hospital
lettin doc search on me - be optical,
i can let all niggas know one thing,
thiers only one life, and one love so they can only be one king
overnight we all crazy wantin a bitch,
must be da crack - everyone on my street takes dat shit,
a thug changes, a love changes
and u know a best friends become strangers
fake niggas try to copy, so they shot me
am alive and they thought they got me
now u know i got a bullet-proof vest
strapped to my chest
tuckin a gun in wasit while i dress,
i feel like am gettin old, my mind gettin cold,
am livin in prison and i dont even get pe-role.
even to my dyin days, while they gettin away,
my memories are beggining to fade.
how long we moan? u left me on my own,
homie u and me should have been together, but now am alone,
all i do is think about death,
fuck all playa's
cause am da last one left!

PLZ FEEDBACK I NEE U GUYS HELP PLZ HELP ME

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