This for that real shit, dont spit unless u have something deep and real to say, just continue were the last brother left off...


Flowin my minds open, chokin constant smokin
exhale but it remains in my brain can i maintain
feeling this chronic pain its all the same niggas get high worldwide
trying to survive i aint lie
just to stay sobre see i got to get high
sit and think n let my mind drift, wondering why
holding on to love just to keep from going under
life is short
dont wanna live on welfare paying child support
condums be a nigga bullet proof vest
and safe sex the only way to fuck another day
no fucking with aids
its dark, my thug heart grows cold
in many ways, things i used to feel in my soul just dont phaze
feelings ungrazed emotionless faces showin age
livin in hell will i prevail
cant sleep cuz my thoughts crazed
prayin at times, saying my mind shit i got to get by

I hit the weed now i find im lost in time
belive times i cried
every tear shed for another brother dead
pastor said it was all good
new better heaven open never for a born hood
we aint got shit please sombody explian the way
liquor became my best friend n enemy one in the same
hennesy, thug mentality but hearts pure
made from the pain that we made to endure
i remain keepin it real
for my G's who ceased to breath
from this day till i cease to be
bone deep

that bitch with a thousand looks
Come through with a thousand crooks
I just know what it takes to get this money like Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear like Pablo
Ya'll niggas think I won't jump in the heap
Well let's dance, you lames are finished
I serve all ya'll cowards like a game of tennis
Act like you want some of this and I'll give you the business
You see the yellow and black, you know what it's about
Wrinkled assed niggas gets ironed, to straighten you out
I got thugs in the east, thugs in the south
That'll stick with the aisly and whip piss in your mouth
I kept 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em out
Better pray to Jehovah, the game is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate
me, the one the only 808
Ride outta town with my nigga, holdin' his weight
After it's cooked, chopped in eights the size of plates
You bitches ain't been through shit...

hard verse nigga

we produce em from hard times
what the rest of niggas on the site know bout hard life
what yall know bout aka's, tech 9's and four fives
rollin cold on your foes befo the sunrise...

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it's my life and my strife, now i stay true to one wife//
i won't drink i won't smoke, i stay clean i won't choke
ex addict addicted now to sober situations//
no time in this life for chemical vacations
no room for drugs or hard life with thugs//
i get high all the time from my little girls hugs
i'm the daddy now thin line walkin straight//
my choices affect more than me now i take back controll of our fate