My Downfall Pt2

I dream filthy
I prob wrote this verse off some sour kush and henny - what a set off
I'm grinding til I'm well off - wipe the sweat off
It's like I never get off - like Kellogg's
Can't be fla-key that's hot sun
U gon need a piece for ur enemies in Bos-ton

They wanna see me locked up - shot up
Mom crotched over the casket screaming "bastard "
Crying -know my friends is lying
"Y'all know who killed him fill them with the Lugers from the rugers from the dezzi"
Dyin ain't the shit but it's pleasant - kinda quiet - watch my niggas bring the riot
Giving cats the opposite of dyin

I know a couple niggas want me gone lord
They dont know u out me here for the long haul
I Pray they all stay in their lane no Lavar ball
Got some tricks right up my sleeve and in the Longjohns
I give these lil niggas the light but i ain't Sean Paul
U can catch me ballin on em like I'm John wall
Get a nigga jumped quick but it ain't Kris Kross
Porzingis shit I'll Russia bitch like I'm kristaps
I started Thankful Records
But - all these niggas selfish
A Young nigga bout his chicken call that lemon peppered
A real one can tell u fake just by a nigga gestures
School of hard knocks flexin was i was professin

When i graduated I had to do a 5th semester
You scared to cuff the chick but I suggest u should arrest her
Started in the bury then took it to dorchester
They said it's gon be tougher than i think but I never stress it

Fuck what u say I wasn't set but I still found a way
I'm In the music biz but i ain't doin nothin gay
I'll Never sell my soul I'm staying real until the grave
I'll Never sell my soul I'm staying real until the grave



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