i had to cut my old friends, cut my old pals made it out of nothing i'm the poster child, see me with a smile when inside i go through hell promise when i'm gone that you'll hold it down, in the city of the dead, where foos trust a Ben Franklin over their friends, reaper on the wacha watch your back watch your head, walking through the danger with a price on my head backstabbers had to cut my old friends i'm walking throughout life with a 12 gauge in my hand, when these bullets got nomore who i am i supposed to call, i can't call the homies i already cut em off my real friends either in a box or the dirt, i meet some new people then they fadeaway like Dirk, im in a apex every minute is a blur forget uncle sam taking every buck i earn, if the immigrant can you can too, i'm on the bottom right now you cannot make me lose, looking back when the cop got me boy scooped me, to the court room with the sharks boy threw me, we fiends handling weapons and got some fam out in texas that make them runs thru the check ins, my homie turned to God i thought jail was a blessing homie came out broke now he back to finessing on a sit stool, life bit you in the ass like you running from a Pitbull, i never got the saying life ain't easy, cause trump got a mill from his dad to stop the bleeding, we was weeping, back on christmas evening, getting not a thing under the christmas tree the deep end, where piranhas on the prowl make i tout of nothing i'm the poster child
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i had to cut my old friends, cut my old pals
made it out of nothing i'm the poster child,
see me with a smile when inside i go through hell
promise when i'm gone that you'll hold it down,
in the city of the dead,
where foos trust a Ben Franklin over their friends,
reaper on the wacha watch your back watch your head,
walking through the danger with a price on my head
backstabbers had to cut my old friends
i'm walking throughout life with a 12 gauge in my hand,
when these bullets got nomore who i am i supposed to call,
i can't call the homies i already cut em off
my real friends either in a box or the dirt,
i meet some new people then they fadeaway like Dirk,
im in a apex every minute is a blur
forget uncle sam taking every buck i earn,
if the immigrant can you can too,
i'm on the bottom right now you cannot make me lose,
looking back when the cop got me boy scooped me,
to the court room with the sharks boy threw me,
we fiends handling weapons and got some fam out in texas
that make them runs thru the check ins,
my homie turned to God i thought jail was a blessing
homie came out broke now he back to finessing
on a sit stool,
life bit you in the ass like you running from a Pitbull,
i never got the saying life ain't easy,
cause trump got a mill from his dad to stop the bleeding,
we was weeping, back on christmas evening,
getting not a thing under the christmas tree the deep end,
where piranhas on the prowl
make i tout of nothing i'm the poster child
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Made a song to This beat posted it on my TH-cam acc the song is called dancing with my demons
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My nigga frank tho that’s right, shout out #EMC Sinatra #SouthCentral #90001Shit
You got good beats but the beginning of every beat sounds the same other than that great work
nah lets work my rymes are dope word
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