YungSwag
Boo I’m out here Flying trying to get to maybe the oops on my tail but I’m not tripping cuz said it do or die so fuck the homeless and make that money out here cuz nigga didn’t come up every day school selling crack and trying to make the money wasn’t trying to sleep I was up all night raps nigga think that they can just take this away from me fuck no bitch I’m giving this up on sleep I be up writing raps none stop cuz I’m doing this mom grandma and grandpa and the raise me and fed me and put food on the table I would be here today so it’s fuck everybody else cause I’m going all in I’m putting a Hundred on the line now so fuck everybody how praying on my down fall so I trying to make this money who ever getting in my way can this AR this bitch hold a hundred so yo choice do or die i lost my brother now I only got one no matter what l’ll always love him now if y’all think about taking my when she cancer momma everybody catching hell in this bitch and every day at school I’m getting trouble so yo choice cause I’m trying to run me up check i met a bitch she blowing up my phone put her ass clean on the block list trying to make my family proud
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