SamanthaRayVin - WriteMyWrongsWithRightsInMind

Nothin' I ever do is right, says my momma and my daddy
Breakin' down a eighth of white
And I'm already off the Addy
I ain't too fond of life so I get high 'cause it distract me
From grabbing one of my knives and going out to practice stabbing
Cocaine in the baggy
Rip it open, now I'm happy than a bitch
Locked in with Flappy 'til our wings no longer flapping in this bitch
Addiction imprisoning me, swallowing uppers by the script
My nerves be buzzin'
That's why I'm blowin' Purple Punch by the zip
They know what's up (If not, you better catch up)
I'll drain your heart and watch the blood fill up my cup (Shit giving me the hiccups)
If you was smart, you wouldn't try testin' your luck
(Are you smarter than a fifth grader?)
I keep a tool but this bitch solely to destruct
Fuckin' round with Flap Peacock
No goose, your stupid ass get ducked
Boy you fucked, I ain't talkin' 'bout no sex
But it's a dildo on the Glock, all of these pussies getting stretched
Stuff my rillo with your homies
Smoke them down to kill the stress
I'm armadillo to the hate, roll away, show no interest
Playin' with me, he go missin' like children
Against Pennywise
Do somethin' different, quit stickin' to dissing folks with shitty rhymes
It's plenty ways to improvise, try again a million times
'Til you get it, no bitchin', wring out the game until it's dry
These youngins jelly filled, somethin' like a Pop Tart
Turning into zombies, they probably should quit the Wockhardt
I know you personally, boy you not hard
Gangster turned to baby soon as he put in a cop car

Written by:
Sam Jernigan

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