what im made of i grew up so fucked up i used to hate love tray 57" make u take 8 slugs?? how u feelin wat happen? kanye shrunks naw i dont give a fuck
amazin) Im alive, I got by with my life! [Layzie Bone] Everytime I look around it seem like Im in trouble, pressured by the devil. Lord I love You and I
a life of crime Now I'm, under pressure to impress her I wake up, put on my bullet proof vestin grab my Smith & Wessin off the dresser then I, hop up
I'll definitely shoot ya I'ma do's ya like I'm reppin the Yakuza Die hard like I'm sexin with Medusa, do somethin nigga Born thuggin, I don't fuck with
The feds hate it, they mistakin' me for Blanco buddies I'm puttin' blood, sweat and tears for this cash money I'm talkin' crooked unidentified bags of it I
for him" The look that she gave me like, "Sparks you got some nerve" 'Cause most of these niggas don't keep their words Now I'm under pressure and I
goner But it's more than life and I don't blame you Matter of fact I blame your parents for the shit you gonna do There's a lot of niggas under ten
gonna take an army full of Crooked ass cops to come and get me Niggaz know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure Gotta sleep with my piece,
not to say The sound on the earth was boring But I knew that under ground Was worth exploring So I packed my bags And I grabbed my swag And I haven't
represent for the Q B C Smoke that ass like a lucie, though I need to quit Fuck it, I love it like a cloud Over the projects your game I'm above it
me They tried, I pulled out and popped three Life's full of love and hate So we got crums to make survival's at stake We under pressure still we need
my underwear... Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a rapper But in less than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a factor I'm PS4 in HD and the screen
cigars, living large We rob and steal, run with the mob, doing jobs for bills I'm hard to kill for real nigga guard your grill I like to chill, spark an L and get high I
, livin' large We rob and steal, run with the mob, doin' jobs for bills I'm hard to kill for real nigga guard your grill I like to chill, spark an L and get high I
world till I'm gone I'm bucking sat Corey Brooke he treating my niggaz wrong Until I'm gone, they gon' see who I be I'm pinching these bricks ducking
cocked like Biggie's optics I, I stay evolvin but grown bitter On your grave they're carvin "Fucked with the wrong nigga" [Crooked I] I don't write I
world till I'm gone I'm bucking at Corey Brooke he treating my niggaz wrong Until I'm gone They gon' see who I be I picture this bricks ducking from the
when I was finished Am I a jack of all trades? Nope... I like to write songs tho' Are they good? I dunno.. But I could tell you that I only write shit down when I
