Hood Poetry #FREESEEMO (feat. SeemDON)

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Skiippy

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This shit straight off the top
Loosing excitement I barely been writing, know whats gon' happen before it happen feel like I'm psychic
I been hearing this music can say that I like it
I get distracted by bitches thats light skin, money bags, and some icing
I'm the greatest Mike Jackson and Tyson, still on the block ducking scary indictments, keep a stick I ain't licensed
Just caught a case, told my lawyer to fight it
I got a bitch who keep telling me wife it, ah' opp who keep internet typing
My son need a big ass house and Ima' buy him one, my nephew getting older, so older gon' have to buy him guns
How the f*ck I loose inspiration when I inspire them, having niggas all on my back, that shit get tiresome
My dad dead, I still think about what him and Bash said
If both of them was here right now, no one would crash heads
My brothers been fighting each other just like some bad kids
Brother caught a body and he went straight to the masjid
Holding on my strap a lot cuz shit been getting goofy, got two open cases if I loose it, they gon' roof me
Been talking to Malik he in the sky getting through me
He said all the shit you doing, don't never make excuses
I'm tryn' not to loose it I'm focused on my music
I know I'm innocent I gave my lawyer five to prove it, paid ten for the bail I ain't brag I'm going through it
All these niggas around me they ain't talkers they really shooters look
Make a move you gotta know ya' cost
Keeping that back door open gotta' know ya' dawg foreal
To take a win you gotta' know you lost
Before I bought the rollie dawg, my chain cost what the rollie cost
Playin tough when somebody die they gon' say it's us
Skiip in the back right now he fucking paper up, ain't nobody give us a dollar we had to save it up
Opps spun the block and got blicked on they tried to say it's rust
What I shouldn't say his name, you gotta' watch the dudes you call ya' gang
I heard some shit that made me feel a way, if ya' homie shooting then you better bang, if ya' homie shooting then you better bang
I'm still on the block with 20k and chains, got rid of the wock my bitch she say it's lame
We double back on opps and we don't shoot for names
I just might trade in the wheel, I got so used to planes
Seem caught ah' opp bitch lacking, almost was Mary Jane
This trap popping I put my slime in it, he probably ran up like a dime it, he putting time in it
Before you catch me without it I'd probably die with it
As long as bro strapped I ain't gotta' come outside with it, I ain't gotta' make the car hot, ain't gotta' ride it
It ain't bout' who running the streets it's who survive in it, and all this shit I'm putting time in it
I got a son so now you know I gotta really put my grime in it
We dun spinned they block all week, them niggas know it was us
Shoot em' right in front of his man he tryna' hold em' up
Nigga said he fucked my bitch give him the shoulder shrug
If she a whore then f*ck it, you supposed to f*ck
Give me my respect or Ima' take that shit
It's made rules in the game but I'll break that shit
I'm in the park on some baseball shit
Stop talking out ya' mouth from the house dawg I hate that shit facts

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