Since i was young people told me i wasnt gonna be or amount to nuthin but i new deep down in my soul that they was just hatin an that shit they was sayin was gon get real old since came out the womb life treeted me real kold losin my pops wasnt easy but ima chase my dream like im servin crack to fiend man my mothafuckin swag fresher than mr klean and somtimes when everytings goin wrong Igot this feelin i gotta fight for whats mine and fight for whats right an while im doin this ima stay higher than a kite my pops in heaven soarin its about time for meto take flight but somtimes shit piles up a i kaint see my path so ima kut these fake ass nigga down lie grass talk shit to men i just might stop ya ass an yah moms always used to kall me an ass hole well oh well im just trynna make that kash flow so every mornin im wakin up at 6 suit an booted ready to stack pesos tall as lego im runnin in the fast lane an these niggas stay slow an niggas turn fake on yah until you start to make them bankrolls an then they wanna be bool just turnin n say fuck nah shit mane its too late bro shouldnt of done wat you did actin like a kid shit u fucked up an seeled yo fate brus
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PoetryThis really isnt a short story its well pages of songs that I wrote a few months because i feel that matter a fact I know I will.One day I will be the best @Kendrick M'f Too Trill on fb n twitter
