Lyrics:
an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
you can get wit
They created the watery Heaven and Earth, the night and day
They separated Heaven and Earth, created land, then vegetation
After that they created
object
Spendin' fazools
Trips for your whole projects
Epcot Center, linens for ya bitches
Rolies for your dogs
Now we in the mall, slayed by his bitches
tryin' to do me somethin'
I'm ballin' cause my rhyme done threw me something
Hard labor, and hard times
After hard rhymes
Glad I ain't got the glock no
excellence in his musical career day by day.
PERSONAL LIFE
Family
Osings is single, he was born to Mrs. Irene Wondo (Mother) and Mr. Osings Didmus
musical career day by day.
Osings is single, he was born to Mrs. Irene Wondo (Mother) and Mr. OsingsDidmus (Father). He is the second last born in
From the islands to the mountains
Where pioneers engineering
New sounds concurring
Bounce to the reflex it's alien music
Project new visions of light
Hey pass me a beer man
Here you go
Man that nigga been standing on the same goddamn spot
Slagin' that shit about the last 4-5 days man
Wit the same
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
school and then after school I'm in the projects (Ha ha)
Man I'm too nice on the flows I put ice on my bro wit some profit (True shit)
Pluto like TB
a piece of mine
Yeah maybe one day she'll take me back
Just one more time
One of these days
Years go by
We run out of time
On the goals that we want
up or get light up by a nine nine
Brother grew up in project housing, rats around him
Niggas selling bricks and flip it to a thousand
12 gon slide wit
I got dumped by my DJ
He said he didn't wanna work with me no more
I got dumped by my DJ
Cos I worked with someone else on a tiny tour
I got dumped
on 2Pac's best songs
Followed by Biggie's best songs then I get
Ready to go into my next project
Laurence Fishburne told me once
That he didn't like 2Pac he
by day
But I spent my night time fighting tears back
I prayed and prayed and left messages but never got no hear back
Or so it seemed
A mustard
of medicine and it never helps!
Day by day I'm struggling against myself!
Tell me every type of advice that I've heard before
And nevertheless it's getting
the dirt
Nigga, I leave you shell shocked
From project streets to cell blocks
Glock 45 with the tail cocked
Makin' jacks by no means
Pocket full of crack
and look where we at
the bottom, simple as that
I'm bringing it back to the fore-front
like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days
he's the one that's got these mami's
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
up my laptop
I'm working on a project
My only job here is to truly project
By that
I mean I need to do my best
'Cause anybody that's got a computer
kids in the projects
They wanna be us no father figures
Nothin' that you could teach us
Ghetto streets raised
Is blowin' weed and Black & Milds
Longing for me in 2016
These couple days after Trump
Was elected to follow Obama
But I made a new account
Just for work
So I could manage pages
For
son, we full bread
You ain't my dog, tryna infiltrate the clique is you?
I get wit you, handle that on a later note
We over-dose, every day the death
vision's turning cloudy
Cause they're listening to Fauci and I'm still after that clout, now check it
I been holding out for better days
I'm excited to find
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