[SBYRD5]

:sly: ...


You know the heart when you cry.
I had to get my family something for easter,
Opened the fridge and I had nothing to eat,
And my packs were running low on reefier,

My son untouchable 1,
Better than THE GAME's Harlem,
Got him breaking dimes and dividing,
I can't believe my teacher use to call me dumb,
Had me seating in the back of class with a dunce hat had me feeling like a sore thumb,

lain: Now I'm through beating my own drum,
Those that opposed me now scrapping just for the pigeon's feeding crumbs,
I'm thristy Ave life is my rum..you can call this fake,but know I'm an alcoholic, :dozingoff:

Dizzy from the itty gritty...which is lawless,
Breaking green even when feeling nausea from the scaried ballas,
Getting my tonic from the grind...dropping sticks like I'm on the drumline,
I'm around a bunch of slugs I sell salt to so no need to be kind...while representing my crew dude,
You'll know when I do a Tarzan like The Chris and swing through. :sly:



Edited By SBYRD5 on 1115087333