Quiet Strom
Bloody T
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Empty Stomach empty pockets I was down bad Had to f*ck up a few times before I got a bag Lost it all and ran it up I had to get it back Milano for my birthday Ian rip the tag She gone suck & let me f*ck cause I get her hi I be quick to send her home wen it's getting dry I'll be damn I cuff a bitch that's barely getting by In life because these bitches chose ( ) Sum days u win and sum days u lose My trust on nun I'm calculating moves I'm on probation but still keep a tool If u got beef u bet not never snooze Because them switches offing like alarms The judge and DA they don't want me armed Shoot for protection wen I'm being harmed Before u crash u gotta play it smart () Wished I listened to my elders wen they told me wat it was She was cheating texting niggas that shii fucked up all my trust I be Husling everyday I gotta handle all my needs Still depressed about my niggas I'm like hol up let me grieve Wen u locked down in a cell the only thing to do is read Brodie called me from the jail and told me bout the books he read He a hustling ass nigga making money from his cell Selling snacks to inmates while he locked down in the jail () Her pussy cost me 4bs I had to pay for it Ain got No time to chat with hoes I rather pay for it I always new I'll get a bag cause I was made for it Can get whatever that u want just gotta pray for it On god just gotta pray consistent He was my dawg but now I keep my distant u hang with rats than y'all coexisting Ride by myself don't want a co defendant () I be cautious bout my words wen I be talking on the phone She a freak wen we be fucking plus she got a sexy moan I'm a beast wen we be fucking pick her up and grab her throat Wen the ones that was before me made it happen gave me hope I was taught the police grab u Nv tell Em wat u no I was posted on that corner selling bags at corner stores In the trap if u a pro you no to always lock the door Wen In traffic play yo reer view gotta always watch for troll () Simey bitches grimey niggas they gone try to trick u My homie died without his fie I wish he had he pistol Sometimes I know I question god but he got his reasons F*ck from the back I thought I nutted but she was creaming I ever tell u dat I love u than just No I mean it My nephew only 3 years old but he a genius I be tryna leave the gas but I need it Ima always get sum pape long as I'm fucking breathing
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