MOBILE PRO - DIARY ENTRY 37 | Текст песни

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• MOBILE PRO
• DIARY ENTRY 37

Ride or die
Ride or die
Fools is tryna cry

Mane i cannot worry bout the next man or his life
cuz im too damn caught up in the business
slanging what im cooking and u know its in best damn wish for my tricks

i dont wanna die mane
life of pain, death in vain
is it really fucking worth it
damn i ask myself the same

i been tryna get by
get high cuz i feel fly
underlying issues that i cant see
with my real eyes

im lost
i crossed
i passed
i smashed on yo bitch

cuz im da flyest out hurr
real city bitch the squad aint nurr

suburb life mane
white hoes grippin wood grain
its really realy out here
aint shit change still same, its the same game

hit licks solo
squadda up, double o
real sneaky bout my biness
aint nobody said shit

you dont gotta trip bitch
shut ya mouth and sip bitch
get up out my crib bitch
please dont make me dip bitch

i floss on these hoes
yet my teeth is fucking yellow
looks is really fucking useless
when your body getting real low

fuck that imma spazz out
do u wanna ballout

finna take the racks out
is we having fun now
she said she dont care now
she wanna get dicked down

okay
bring the cake
cut a piece call it a date

diary entry number 37
mobile pro fucked a hoe
then he ran up out the do

he is livin it
the life he always dreamed off
depression’s not an option
when u live rough

depression is simply optional
its all a matter of perception

if u wanna die
then ull die its rly simple
if u wanna live
get up and throw them sleeves up boy

no slacking x 3