@glitterbag,
Hey guy
My mom isn't around
So how the **** can she be proud
When people that hear my sound they bow
Rap is how
I disparate this dark cloud
Yes i held gats
At scared cats
But it got me where i'm at
A wannabe thug?
Shut the **** up
Im a teen raised around drugs guns and bloods
All i knew was crime
That got me writing these lines
Get well known like the colindines
Threw away the thoughts of suicide
But you wouldn't know
Only looking at the cover that shows
So let me for go this ass whip
That i can bestow