Until the day I die, I'll be writin these rhymes,
rememberin times when I wanted ta shine,
when I looked at the sky,
wonderin why without a single reply,
nothin but a thinder rumble-a lightnin strike,
times beefin wit niggas hopin for fights,
If I feel I have the right,
no hesitation get outta my sight,
I want it and I need it,
but fuck it I cant reach it,
Its those tiems when I wanna just cock backand seep it,
eave a pussy nigga sleepin,
this shit is so close, yet its so far away,
I know you can relate,
about how you get irate, when another nigga has what you cant,
but they say fate is fate,
I guess I just have ta wait,
and see what mark I make in tha game,
I do my shit without bein fake,
I dont put on a play when my success is at stake,
I came in tha game wit my eye on tha prize,
and its a shame me and some of you niggas cant coencide,
I hope you realize, its time to resign,
hang up yo mic, take yo gangsta face off,
you talents gone, if it was there in the first,
but imma keep spittin like i ben rippin since birth,
puttin you in tha dirt wont quench my thirst,
Id rather see skirts lyrically murked,
lungs burst, n send you ta tha back of a herse Motha fucka...
....Its Easter vacation and cold outside Insdead of just wirtin I'm puttin em on here ta see what yall think, some of these are older though.
rememberin times when I wanted ta shine,
when I looked at the sky,
wonderin why without a single reply,
nothin but a thinder rumble-a lightnin strike,
times beefin wit niggas hopin for fights,
If I feel I have the right,
no hesitation get outta my sight,
I want it and I need it,
but fuck it I cant reach it,
Its those tiems when I wanna just cock backand seep it,
eave a pussy nigga sleepin,
this shit is so close, yet its so far away,
I know you can relate,
about how you get irate, when another nigga has what you cant,
but they say fate is fate,
I guess I just have ta wait,
and see what mark I make in tha game,
I do my shit without bein fake,
I dont put on a play when my success is at stake,
I came in tha game wit my eye on tha prize,
and its a shame me and some of you niggas cant coencide,
I hope you realize, its time to resign,
hang up yo mic, take yo gangsta face off,
you talents gone, if it was there in the first,
but imma keep spittin like i ben rippin since birth,
puttin you in tha dirt wont quench my thirst,
Id rather see skirts lyrically murked,
lungs burst, n send you ta tha back of a herse Motha fucka...
....Its Easter vacation and cold outside Insdead of just wirtin I'm puttin em on here ta see what yall think, some of these are older though.