Ill Omg Will - Talk my shit

Touch anything I love end up on surgery table fucking wit that Kane make you not able grew up in a home that was half stable triple beam on the kitchen table thought I was in my room watching cable learning math before class plus how to play it off never by on credit if you can't pay it off thats just a small glimpse in my background seen shit a 5 that you pussys wouldn't survive at you current ages in my life book them are private pages never rapp about money on yo head them private wages plus I can save a 100 percent on the shit self serve im just trying to position my family to self Erin thoughts flood while the blunt burn freelance on the game so I'll be taken my turn not waiting on no one either get it together or change like the weather fuck all the extras im on a road to do better focus on my craft not the cheddar im a king cant fuck wit you jesters all that capping shut down at the sight of a supresser niggas talk big dont even own a dresser got designer hanging on a water line don't mean you got that drip all that gun talk dont have a stick so be easy and sip a 5th im ill and thats a sickness you can't deal wit ima be here for a while so get used to me 48 laws of power aint no fooling me enter this jubilee only person fuck wit me is me walking on clouds im Skywalker wit these Marty Mcflys on the dark side of Mars no sympathy fo my scars 100 shots I empty bars my Symphony notes 5.56 nato hitting hard my voice laceration to the speakers in yo car shitting on everything in this universe running with death 4s on a hurst looking for niggas wearing a purse shit get worse on the wrong turf rose above it cus a boss knows his worth

Written by:
WILLIAM SYDNOR

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