Damn yall niggas dead ass suck no one wants yall ugly ass niggas to be there man yall ugly as fuck especially that ugly ass squared chin ass fat girlfriend havin ass kalob. your girlfriend is deadass so fucking ugly i thought that she was a pig

you for real suck like no one likes your music if they say they do there lying.pls give up on your music career wich really isnt a career cause u make no money you broke ass ugly ass nigga kys fag

you should change your name to blockHEAD Jb you crimson chin ass nigga and its been 44 min since my last comment and your girlfriend is still FAT af faggot

i know youve read all my comments faggot so if you dont respond ik your a pussy. so u better respond fag .

Bruh. You’re a mad hater. Im obviously doing better then you if you have time to write a whole bible under my music. Gtfo.👉🏼

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Lyrics: 
chilling in the back streets where my dudes pack heat 
writin all these rhymes I don't even need a rap sheet
you done pushed pills, you done pushed weed
fat backwoods yeah thats all you ever need
my father told me I am my brothers keeper
take yo ass to church have you praying to the steeple﻿
Youre acting like a monster turning to a creeple
you need to stop digging yourself a deep hole
(Chorus)
Youre telling me this and youre telling me that
All these drugs that you have in the back
you have blood stains all in the cracks 
yelling at me you know its a fact
(Verse 2)
Too many drugs in your guts
Too many lines your sniffing up
red roses on your casket
so many memories lasted 
you didnt accomplish your passion
your darkness became wicked
told you not to get addicted
Red roses on your casket
(Chorus)
Youre telling me this and youre telling me that
All these drugs that you have in the back
you have blood stains all in the cracks 
yelling at me you know its a fact
(Verse 3)
so many memories lasted
you were laughin then tragic disaster had happen, 
went to your casket saw you were plastic, then saw nothing but static 
Red roses on your casket 
it used to be him and I
Never really popular but we were always shy
made a bad choice and he started getting high
 made new friends and left me behind
Tried to get him back but he always declined
Red roses on your casket 
 why you actin fake foe?
Always sayin you were real bro
messin with drugs and some fake hoes 
This is the life that you chose
What happen to the music and fame though?
(Chorus)
Youre telling me this and youre telling me that
All these drugs that you have in the back
you have blood stains all in the cracks 
yelling at me you know its a fact (X2)
(Verse 4)
Red Roses on your casket
One sniff, Two sniff, Three 
Watchin yo nose bleed
Complaining you cant see
Fell down to yo knees
telling me you cant breathe
thats the last time i saw him in 2013
Red Roses on your casket 
Too many drugs in your guts
Too many lines your sniffing up
red roses on your casket
so many memories lasted 
you didnt accomplish your passion
your darkness became wicked
told you not to get addicted (X2)
Chorus)
Youre telling me this and youre telling me that
All these drugs that you have in the back
you have blood stains all in the cracks 
yelling at me you know its a fact

!Red Roses!

Lyrics;
Your Boy Buy The Bar Like He Got Coupons
Chain a Hula Hoop, With The G-G-Gucci Suit On 
Flyer Than a Goose, Snitches Gonna Move On
Wherever I Go, He Ice Cold, You Lukewarm
So Independent, He Got It, He Spend, It's Nothing,
Got More
Wrist Colder Than Winter, He Pro, You Beginner, Posing,
You a Joke
Females Want To Work Me, I Give Her The Night Shift
Get In Than Surface, Beat It With The Night Stick
Telling Me To Quit Let Me Make It Right Quick
Throwing Dimes, I'm Playin At Fitch Park
Ghostin All You Hoes Like I'm Sitting In The Dark
Feel Like I'm Flyin You Can Call Me Tony Stark
Callin My Name  B and You Better Not Start 
I'm Smackin and Crackin The Main Witch
You Gettin Crossed Over For a Lane Switch, You Acting Like
One Of These Lame Tricks
  Your Boy Buy The Bar Like He Got Coupons, Chain a Hula Hoop,
With The G-G-Gucci Suit On, Flyer Than a Goose,
Snitches Gonna Move On, Wherever I go, He Ice Cold, You
Lukewarm
Picking Up These Bands You Have Bad Form, 
Ripped Jeans, Ripped T's, Straight Vans, No C's, Loud Whip,
No Jeep, Push To Start No Keys

Gucci Suit On (Prod. By Flexyboy)

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