11:11
Flacko B
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Flacko B yo Yeah niqqa this just some freestyle shit Just reminiscing about my life and shit like Going through the phases Just me alone in the dark room niqqa Real life shit no cap Long live OB West Do it for you niqqa forever Uh Act like I'm okay but hurting inside Been through the worst but I still keep a smile I'm paranoid so my niqqa don't try Gotta make it happen cause I'm the first child Didn't had no nanny just me and my granny At a young age taking care of my family Got it by myself so they don't understand me Had a dream mama I won us a grammy Yea I won us a Grammy Can't go to bed evil thoughts in my head Thank God for the butter and bread I still don't get how my lil bro died On my mama damn that shit made me cry All I think about now is homicide If you not riding then just stay aside No two face gotta pick a side I said no two face gotta pick a side Real life shit niqqa this ain't just rhyme For my family put my life on the line Free the real niqqas who be doing they time Love you my mahar promise we gon be fine Bella my queen they the reason I grind Man nor be God so they can't stop my shine Gotta have patience and then wait your turn Roll up my sorrows am letting it burn I'm smoking it up for my dead homies I'm living it up do it for boseh Yeah I ain't letting up If I ever see your killer I'ma wet him up Yeah I'ma wet him up Tryna ease my pain got lean in my double cup When we pull up they know it's us Can't trust no one but in God I trust Believe it or not I'ma cop that Porsche Am like a diamond in the dirt A trapper who turned to a boss Over here we ain't taking no losses Like a Catholic I know these niqqas gon cross me Yeah get high and connect with my spirit In ley morning la cassava gravey I get my gbana man neh on ley carey I make your jue walk away like she craig david When ley popo come we will garrit When ley dwarn come we will garrit Ley maneh jes talking but deep down ley scary Came a long way from rocking Burberry Ain't got no love my feelings gone it got buried R.I.P Tommy my pops It hurts so bad you didn't get to see your lil boy But I'ma be me and I'ma make you proud And that's on God D Nuch kill this shit with your sauces
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Written by: JOHN HENDERSON
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