Geez Da Gawd - Octavia's Woo

I’m not into romance
This not a beat u gon dance to
This not no trap type shit
I feel so bad cause I like this
I feel so good cause i wrote dis
If i freestyle it sound like shit
I tell truth i don’t boost for none
When I was west we was busting guns
We was just young and just fun
If i grew up in Baltimore It be worst
I would have a couple bodies by now
I probably be in jail like right now
nobody on what I’m on right now
Textin hoes tryna get the dome right now
Tryna get into something that’s calm me down
Ain’t no sense in running kill me now
Cause if u don’t Good lord oh mighty
Better hope he come strike me down
Aint mercy nigga
I’m like herpes nigga
Ain’t no second chance
Fuck that brother man and brethren shit
My revenge so sick
And if u think I’m saying shit
I’ll get to spraying shit
Aerosole can shit

Niggas playing like a band n shit
Get yo ass bust then I’m vanishing
I mixing this tough shit medicine
A touch whooo whooo while I’m riddling
A little ritalin ah prolly get me right
Many many men
many many many many me
Wish death on me
But God ain’t hearing them

I been praying to the lord at night
Protect my soul from a price that’s right
A couple million ain’t even enough
A quarter million just house my stuff
A couple thousand for a pair of the buffs
Another 1000 get em diamond encrusted
Be aware of these niggas U trusting
Wear Protection for the bitches U fucking
I could slip up and it could mean nothing
I could be fucking up and still be winning
Headed to hell like any minute
I could be paralyze and still living
I could rephrase it But i can’t gon do it
This for the niggas out here through it
A possibility of success but you blew it
Pop yo meniscus now it’s full of fluid

Got damn man i know that it’s hurts
I had to carry my cousin into a hurst
Going to the grave wouldve been worse
But they dead and it’s family first
I dated a witch and her family cursed
I found a spell bible in her purse
I had to go to church n get it reversed
That’s true life story lil nigga
My life gore nigga
I Grew up ok and then i got poor nigga
What’s on the floor nigga
We kickin doors
I’m On the L block wit 3 4 niggas
I ain’t from here but i run here
I done popped my first gun here
I done smashed my first freak here
She a squirter
She done left streaks here
I done lived here 3 leap years nigga

Written by:
BABAJIDE BAMIDURO

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