third lie

Sysco Slavia Interlude (P.King Kaleb)

First things first, sparking a blunt and its filled with some purp, , I hate all you people because all of you fake, no wonder the world is so filled with this hate, yall cant stay 100 for shit, so I say fucc it and chill with my bitch, yall stay lying bout the the mf truth,  you say you got proof but you never wanna spill, if I dont know you then I probably never will, my circle small idc how you feel, Ill smoke by myself, cuz none of yall real, you say you making money but ik you never will, if a mf bragging imma hit him with the steel, none of yall kill, none of yall deal, your only fuccing true if your mouth stay sealed! All of your “hittas” whichu are some snitches!  None of them breaded but say they the richest!  They say they so hard but they really some bitches! Stay in the kitchen i always stay flippin, pop a few shots cuz this ruger is vicious, Load a few swishers, give em the bussiness, all in some lips and not talking kisses! This ones for all of the “homies” thats missin! Always sneak dissin! No I dont I miss em!  talked to yo bitch and she said you aint shit, 333 rounds in my clip, puff puff puff pass with the shit, tre dap only in my mufuccin clique, try and say sum imma let that hoe rip. R.I.S. REST IN SHIT, all of my “homies” done left me on seen, so I got myself and thats all that I need




Fake ass mf's #SOLOGANG

Yall Aint Shit

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BackWoodz Interlude (P.SAKE)

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Im tryna sit down and think,
Im tryna sit down n drink,
Mann where tf I put my hennessey, ik thes mf's envy me,
But no I never let it bother me, im turning up while im still young,
Imma keep on moving till my legs cant run, imma keep on rappin till I loose my tongue,
Keep on poppin shots till I jam my gun, never satisfied cuz ill never be done, 
I got this shit up on my mind, its telling me to fuccing grind, you know its time, to flip them dimes.
Fuc what you mean man I got this tied, always on the move like adventure time, I kill this shit an I don’t even try,  
Going to cali man that’s my next flight,

Let me talk about it, tell me how you gon get rowdy, say you got it yeah I doubt it, mf talk but you know they never bout it, flipping that doe but they never making profit, sipping purple like im coughin, smoking kush like im a rasta, all that plus an alcoholic,  Uh, pounds are what im talkin, man smoke like way too often, try to fuccing try me then you better get yourself a coffin, 
Man you know that I been off it, idgaf about another single soul, imma keep on rapping till like every single sold! I don’t need the paper all I want is gold! All I know is go, all I breathe is smoke,
Got the nine on my hip and that bitch just might blow, anything goes if fuc wit my woes, don’t got the time to be wasted on hoes, 

Tell me what you thinking bout, thinking bout popping a xan in my mouth, or maybe a tab get my mind on a cloud, my mind is confused but ill figure it out,  It’s the same  shit on a diff day, killing off all of these thoughts in my brain, wtf keeps me from going insane? Man Idek, maybe its all of this kush that I smoke, Man im feelin kinda dizzy, liqour got me feelin like im smoking in a bentley,  I got powder on my nose, and I got ash all on my clothes, imma sip up on this liqour till my eyes are fucing closed, bitch, where the fucing dough bitch, don’t you tell me no bitch, find someone who knows fore I let this nina blow bitch,  don’t gaf  none of the jakes, im pulling the trigger don’t care they say, I been to the bay and right bac to the A, I still feel the same if I had to say, cuz I still smoke haze had to relocate, had to get my mind straight, Monday thru Friday, money come my way 
A pac a swishers and a blac mild,
A couple cigerettes a pac of loud, 
Roll a blunt put it in my mouth,
Then spark it up and go hit the clouds,
Im soaring high drifting like a feather,
I smoke reguardless of any weather,
I see the the envy, I get the hate, I skip the bullshit, 
I hurt the fakes, hit the henny then roll the haze,  get stupid lit and say fuc the jakes,
Hit the ye and serve another cake, get your bands up and stac a hunna K, 
Hit the hills just to get away, 602 you know where I stay, keep them gadgets like my name bruce wayne, keep a 40 oz or 2, im the one you answer to, who do you know? Who are you wit? I don’t need anymore fakes in my clique, you bring me the money ill bring you that zip. 


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