Wickedy wack
Whole lotta slatt
Pray that my rap shit
Take off
That's holy crap
Here I am as loner
Smoking with all
My goners
386 recordz from the mud
Straight by them
Florida waters
I'm starting to get sick
And I'll never get better
Think I'm
Dying tomorrow
From my flows
Or whatever
Let's kick it
Like skate
From streets of rage 2
Night time stroll
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Til the night time gone burning more than a few
If you wasn't hating nigga
I'd prolly smoke it with u
Tell you the truth,they say I'm true to this shit
Day ones know me
Since 3b I'm not
New to this shit
Music
Calling my spirit so I talk to that bitch
Flows evolve
Like Pokémon
Trying to be some legendary shit
Goooo masterball
Going for them blue bills
Gotta catch em all
Hard times
Hard times come but they don't last forever
Hard times come
Hard times come
Hard times come then yo days get better
Struggling has its moments but it never
Last forever