Gothic Rap continues..
VERSE 1
Don’t Judge Cus you see me in the cut;
Puttin money in my pockets, pulling crack out my butt;
And don’t hate, cus I ran from the jakes;
Don’t be mad I got away and lived to sell another day;
And don’t stare, goak, or glare;
When I’m bummy one day, then fresh outta no where;
And don’t mind; What I do with mines;
Don’t be clocking my pockets, don’t be eyen my grind;
Stay inside, don’t be bendin your blinds;
Theres much better things, you could do with your time;
Don’t front, don’t be mad;
Cus I’m good at gettin money, when I’m needin it bad;
VERSE 2
Im the shit G; I got history;
I heard they still talk about me, and they miss me;
Well shit dude; Man I miss you;
But I don’t show it to the public tryin to diss you;
I’m a stay real, i’m a stay true;
I’m a keep thanking god that I aint you;
I’m a still, keep an eye, on you fake dudes;
You know, them ones that show love, but really hate you;
They don’t make you; Don’t let um break you;
But play the long game, if they play you;
I’ll wait a week bro; To get your beak broke;
I’ll wait a whole month, to get your niece smoke;
I’ll wait whole years, before I come back;
Then snatch every sale, you should know that;
Every old cat; Loves a throw back;
And these fiends are as old as your dro pack;
VERSE 3
What you want now? I just sat down?
No, you can’t get no credit, calm that shit down;
You lookin mad hot; You might attract cops;
Plus you on a fuckin bike, wit some striped socks;
My gosh, now it’s 5 for forty?
Since I said kick rocks, now you change your story?
I shoved 5 in her hand, to get this bitch away;
She said Bruce don’t flip, I got 36 in change;
