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I poured a Wendy's frosty out on the ground last Saturday night and that shyt is still visible and undesolved
And it's been raining every day
And it's been raining every day
SmokyQuartz
Young Skull
SeveroDrgnfli
Ain't nobody tryin to get indicted.
Radical feminists need to fukking chill. I almost punched this bytch in her head. The nerve of this bytch. She has the equal sign tattooed on her body, yet she clearly wants men to be beneath women. She tried to explain to me how men are inferior to women in every shape or form. I haven't been that mad in a minute. I officially do not support feminism. I see what their agenda is and I'm not having it. These crazy bytches need to be ignored.
What I don't like is that they talk shyt about men for hours. Literally hours, but don't say anything about gay men. They love gay men, which is odd because they're still men. Look feminists, you can't hate straight men and date them. If you hate us so much go suck a gay dikk, a fake dikk, or go eat p*ssy. Stupid bytches.
What I don't like is that they talk shyt about men for hours. Literally hours, but don't say anything about gay men. They love gay men, which is odd because they're still men. Look feminists, you can't hate straight men and date them. If you hate us so much go suck a gay dikk, a fake dikk, or go eat p*ssy. Stupid bytches.
Rep me clown and never neg me again
This nikka in the casino wanna fight cause I’m betting the don’t pass line
I needed to go back into the studio today 
Ol’Otis
The Picasso of the Ghetto
I poured a Wendy's frosty out on the ground last Saturday night and that shyt is still visible and undesolved
And it's been raining every day
What the fukk?!
Ol’Otis
The Picasso of the Ghetto
the beat is smooth and fresh 
Ol’Otis
The Picasso of the Ghetto
rest well nikka
Tenchi Ryu
Ashtray B!tch
Maybe I'm just hella biased
But whenever I see an overly patriotic mufukka....like having the whole front yard of your house decked out in american flags and eagle posters and shyt...
You automatically suspect to me....legit think you racist.
But whenever I see an overly patriotic mufukka....like having the whole front yard of your house decked out in american flags and eagle posters and shyt...
You automatically suspect to me....legit think you racist.
Ol’Otis
The Picasso of the Ghetto
underrated verse
Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to G's
Stresses after battle with success comes greed (echo)
They got me hot When they shot me
Plotted my revenge
To increase my ends
Enemies gettin' dropped
Win or lose
Red or blue
We must all stay true
Play the game nikka
Never let the game play you
And for the fame
nikkas change fast
That's a shame
What's the game
Lost souls
Who controls our brain?
Who can I blame?
The world seems strange at times
Somewhat insane
I'm hoping we can change with time
I'm living blinded
Searching for refinement
Curse, I know death follows me
But I murder him first
And worse yet
With each breathe
Steps I take
Breathless
Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?
Cigar ashes
Coaster
Crystal glasses
We mash on them jealous b*stards
With a ski mask
I'm the first one to warn them
Blast it
Wrapped in plastic
Bullshytting got his ass hit (outlaws)
Ain't nothing left now
Treated like a stepchild
Was not for me
Nothing but busters and bytches (fukk 'em all)
Be rocking beats
Fake in fame
Though we exist and breathe some believe currency comes to G's
Stresses after battle with success comes greed (echo)
They got me hot When they shot me
Plotted my revenge
To increase my ends
Enemies gettin' dropped
Win or lose
Red or blue
We must all stay true
Play the game nikka
Never let the game play you
And for the fame
nikkas change fast
That's a shame
What's the game
Lost souls
Who controls our brain?
Who can I blame?
The world seems strange at times
Somewhat insane
I'm hoping we can change with time
I'm living blinded
Searching for refinement
Curse, I know death follows me
But I murder him first
And worse yet
With each breathe
Steps I take
Breathless
Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish?
Cigar ashes
Coaster
Crystal glasses
We mash on them jealous b*stards
With a ski mask
I'm the first one to warn them
Blast it
Wrapped in plastic
Bullshytting got his ass hit (outlaws)
Ain't nothing left now
Treated like a stepchild
Was not for me
Nothing but busters and bytches (fukk 'em all)
Be rocking beats
Fake in fame