FLA

Up on this late tip/tha same shit,man how i hate this//they always wanna point you out,specially to feel good when they put you down/love to see you fail,ya envy's gotta shitty smell/best friends locked,cant post tha bail,only 20 and got 5 in hell,but to say tha least hes alive and well/I love you dawg i hope you got that mail// 6 feet deep or in ah coma faded out by aroma of marajuana/Im always gonna but never do,by tha way southside dunedin this ones for you/not forgettin tha lil towns and bricks i bled on my journey through/so tell me this you wanna judge me for how i talk and what i do/bitch you dont know me,windows tinted you cant see through/but i see through you so thats one thing that makes me betta,for my love and tha chedda best believe imah go getta// you can say that its fake, u can compare to whateva,but we kno its best so direct tha mess to tha mirror should you rather//I crossed my left so many times that I found ah right/Nothin left so i guess im blessed for sending me this angel and now i see tha light/I need to know how many homies get gone b4 we realize this shit aint tight/more lonely without u homie pourin bottom of my weis wishin u was here tonite/drinkin partners,buddy systems but when it was all over didnt nobody listen/shootin dice and playin spades withem ,7-11 and them nils win or lose love is what im givin//so ill end this rhyme wit this/You know who you are ,and you tha one i wanna be with/so holla back at me if u kno who you are/fuck it linsey baby your name is engrved in my heart/But this aint the endin,this is just tha start//..