Listen Up I Got A Story To Tell..

*Hits blunt*

Take 'em back...

Verse:
I'm Smoked out to the max, I was told to put it down and relax..
My mom said it'd kill me one day, but I Didnt wanna face the facts
Just kept on puffin and rollin not knowin the consequences of this J
so I sat an sparked another to chill out just like any other day...
but it wasnt just any other day, this brother stepped to me an said ''Ay''
''Nigga, what you got?..hand it over dont get shot''...then pointed an AK
crew ran away, left me to get beaten black and blue, This situations new
Didnt know what to do...all of a sudden the feet are multiplied by 2...
stompin and not stoppin...my bodies droppin as they search my pockets
Took my weed and my fitted, then walked away as they rock-it.....
I'm layed up on the curb, heavy breathin, straining to let out a word
and when I eventually do, I thought everybody was ''def'' I couldnt be heard
its Obserd to think, I was the kingpin of the gang and where I used to hang
when times got rough, found out my boys wasnt tought and scared to bang
nobody pulled out..''That thang''...all I was see'n is dust...........
And when we got smoked out, they always promised to buss....
We was talkin like the whole worlds scared of us, But now I know...
We get high 'cause lifes a bitch and ''Ya never know when your gonna Go!''

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..I Smoke..A Large Portion Of Cheeba...My Gun Games Sick...Like A Cough And A...Fever

blat-a-tat-Tat...

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..I Smoke..A Large Portion Of Cheeba...My Gun Games Sick...Like A Cough And A...Fever