Newsflash
Half these niggas
Ain't what he claim
Pulled up on em
Pussy nigga thought it was GAME
Turn it down
Man that's out
That ain't how I'm raised
All them years
In the pen
It didn't change a thang
Matter fact
Now I think it only made me Worst
Fwm
Youngins ready put you ona Shirt
A pretty bitch
Normally don't even know her Worth
Fine with me
Ima show her how ima to filla Purse
Militant
Heart colder than a poltergeist
What you expect
I was 20 sharing cell lifers
Locked down
Ain't see the sun for 96 days
Swear prison
Really show you nighas bitch Ways
Door popped
Get em out he can't be here!
Rolled em up
You wont believe what he told The cop
Jkat
I ain't even gone salt his name
On my kids still swimming
How this nigga bang
Guilty by association
Raised by a FLAME
On mine
Wasn't made
So why you do the crime
Like rabbit ina Jungle that's is fill With lion
Pray for em
Cause blood gonna have a hard Time!
I was in there in on my shit
I ain't even lying
Checking chicken
Striking letters sending out Instructions
White bitch
State to state still his knocking Dates
Fat booty Hooka bitch went & Tat my face
Claim she love me
Play like it off like just ima Dummy
Real RPO
I had sending money
That's
So I wasn't tripping she Fagged
These Niggas mad
I done lost more shit then you Ever had
IParoled
From the hole
Than the county came & got me
I was at the gate
One day pass holding date
Thinking iWas all str8
F*ck 12 hella GAY
For a misdemeanor
Transported down the interstate
On thanksgiving
When them crackers coulda Wrote it off
System dirty
Like a gutter ain't see me walk
Hate I'm back
Tryna hit me with a new charge
If up to them
Ina cell I'd starve & Rott
F*ck tha JUDGE
Cause if him done lost a lot
Like Tha Benz coupe
IFishtailed off lot
IBounced out
Having nothing but a paper Suite
Feigning for this money
Like it's crack back in 92
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Newsflash
Half these niggas
Ain't what he claim
Pulled up on em
Pussy nigga thought it was GAME
Turn it down
Man that's out
That ain't how I'm raised
All them years
In the pen
It didn't change a thang
Matter fact
Now I think it only made me Worst
Fwm
Youngins ready put you ona Shirt
A pretty bitch
Normally don't even know her Worth
Fine with me
Ima show her how ima to filla Purse
Militant
Heart colder than a poltergeist
What you expect
I was 20 sharing cell lifers
Locked down
Ain't see the sun for 96 days
Swear prison
Really show you nighas bitch Ways
Door popped
Get em out he can't be here!
Rolled em up
You wont believe what he told The cop
Jkat
I ain't even gone salt his name
On my kids still swimming
How this nigga bang
Guilty by association
Raised by a FLAME
On mine
Wasn't made
So why you do the crime
Like rabbit ina Jungle that's is fill With lion
Pray for em
Cause blood gonna have a hard Time!
I was in there in on my shit
I ain't even lying
Checking chicken
Striking letters sending out Instructions
White bitch
State to state still his knocking Dates
Fat booty Hooka bitch went & Tat my face
Claim she love me
Play like it off like just ima Dummy
Real RPO
I had sending money
That's
So I wasn't tripping she Fagged
These Niggas mad
I done lost more shit then you Ever had
IParoled
From the hole
Than the county came & got me
I was at the gate
One day pass holding date
Thinking iWas all str8
F*ck 12 hella GAY
For a misdemeanor
Transported down the interstate
On thanksgiving
When them crackers coulda Wrote it off
System dirty
Like a gutter ain't see me walk
Hate I'm back
Tryna hit me with a new charge
If up to them
Ina cell I'd starve & Rott
F*ck tha JUDGE
Cause if him done lost a lot
Like Tha Benz coupe
IFishtailed off lot
IBounced out
Having nothing but a paper Suite
Feigning for this money
Like it's crack back in 92
Half these niggas
Ain't what he claim
Pulled up on em
Pussy nigga thought it was GAME
Turn it down
Man that's out
That ain't how I'm raised
All them years
In the pen
It didn't change a thang
Matter fact
Now I think it only made me Worst
Fwm
Youngins ready put you ona Shirt
A pretty bitch
Normally don't even know her Worth
Fine with me
Ima show her how ima to filla Purse
Militant
Heart colder than a poltergeist
What you expect
I was 20 sharing cell lifers
Locked down
Ain't see the sun for 96 days
Swear prison
Really show you nighas bitch Ways
Door popped
Get em out he can't be here!
Rolled em up
You wont believe what he told The cop
Jkat
I ain't even gone salt his name
On my kids still swimming
How this nigga bang
Guilty by association
Raised by a FLAME
On mine
Wasn't made
So why you do the crime
Like rabbit ina Jungle that's is fill With lion
Pray for em
Cause blood gonna have a hard Time!
I was in there in on my shit
I ain't even lying
Checking chicken
Striking letters sending out Instructions
White bitch
State to state still his knocking Dates
Fat booty Hooka bitch went & Tat my face
Claim she love me
Play like it off like just ima Dummy
Real RPO
I had sending money
That's
So I wasn't tripping she Fagged
These Niggas mad
I done lost more shit then you Ever had
IParoled
From the hole
Than the county came & got me
I was at the gate
One day pass holding date
Thinking iWas all str8
F*ck 12 hella GAY
For a misdemeanor
Transported down the interstate
On thanksgiving
When them crackers coulda Wrote it off
System dirty
Like a gutter ain't see me walk
Hate I'm back
Tryna hit me with a new charge
If up to them
Ina cell I'd starve & Rott
F*ck tha JUDGE
Cause if him done lost a lot
Like Tha Benz coupe
IFishtailed off lot
IBounced out
Having nothing but a paper Suite
Feigning for this money
Like it's crack back in 92
Writer: Demetrius Middleton Jr.
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