Got this shit out, write about my life again But this strange, cause everyone write about gun and cash And now I wanna tell as I get This motherfuckin heartache, Ox, please don't take a heart attack Because I really fucked up sag under you I know that I just bothers you And yeah you better than me But I can take this shit and every people Who likes rap just turn on the repeat Some people lose my shit And I make a song again You was a like post the drain And I ain't lost the game He still draws my name After you death, fuckin man
Jimmy Unknown: Ain't lie
Heartache (x)
You are lucky man? Fuck you, man, I still devoted to my niggas And I love you, Flame, you always supported me, but Ox and Hell, you twice suck my dick, gangsta rappers I am a motherfucker from Blaza Recordz And this shit excatly Your bitch know my name She wrote him on school desk She got a poo, shet I bushed rap or rap Bush Pushed you to go to gas smoke And blast trained I don't give a fuck that you don't like my shit I tried to rap like you But you gave me only pain I ain't gotta cash
Jimmy Unknown: Ain't lie
Heartache (x)
I know, it's a fine, fine line Living like Ox in dyin rots Man, in real, fuck cash I just wanted a respect From you, you was hited in Beef rap You shoulda know, you did the deal like a fag But I can forgive you Man, if you wanna save our relationship Just sorry! And never do that again Cause I don't love when People resolve than Your brother, crush can Or gang bang it not Fake rap is all you got Take tan and coming outside Thank ya, but callin' then dry Motherfuckin faggot You still under the pride