I want some new gear, a wip, a few chicks so I can feel like a pimp, I want rubber band banks of scrilla so I can pull out knots and flash my nikkas. I want to roll through hoods and be recognized by all da players. I got dreams... Im broke with nothing to lose so Im a follow the path people in my position choose. I be on the block all day with soft and hard ye advertising powder and loose rock, as I roam hot blocks on the surface of hell searching for my regular fiends and those walking to the competition so I can cut throat by giving shorts for clientele. Im gonna be the man, I got big plans, dudes are gonna idolize me like Stan. Hahaha Im fresh to death, my engine is tuned, my suspension is tight, vroom vroom, Im leaving rubber light to light, the ladies are feeling me, I getting gwop and aint nothing stoping me. Im that nikka, if you aint doing it like me you aint hustling right! I no longer have to look for fiends or cut throat, I just lay up and let the pitchers pitch as I count cream to place in stacks while I smoke. work is gettn put in, Im on the road to a million, lavish is how Im living, Im making a killn! I dont just bottle pop I buy out bars, VIP is where I lounge while nickel and dimers try to snap pics of a hood star. Every body new me, They saw me come up and out of poverty, they saw me temporarily living out a dream when getting rich was the only thing that mattered, too bad I cant go back and tell them all that my dreams were shattered.. Infinite the poet 2014
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 00:44:19 +0000
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