I got bands in my hands an fans ready to dance But I aint thanking bout that now im screaming free my nikka lance boy we stay in so much dirt like we laying in some sand I done been on red line past nine o clock three hundred firing up shots while fiends running steady buying up rocks I done been in parchment camp twenty nine g building when they use to call me shyne I done been in green county b2 that was my home real nikkas no whatsup straight thunder dome I done been in lost gap trap when the folks came in 2001 they sent all of us to the pen I done been left out in the cold left out in the road Why you think now Funches dont mess with them hoes Tell them folks to watch tell em come get funch Im on the east with some freak bout to smoke big blunts thank Im scared go head thank Im going to run nikka Im living my life haters need to get one
Posted on: Sat, 30 Nov 2013 20:22:16 +0000