Sleep On It

I got the spirit of a thug in me
My ambitionz as a ridah
Throw yo muthafuckin side up
I got the spirit of a thug in me best believe Everytime I hit the street I pack
my pistol Pete.
and fasho.
I handle biz avoiding foney.
got trust issues plus I hate splitten with my money gotta keep on my grind
cause If I don’t then I’d be broke cant pay attention and definetly cant afford
to joke Wonder what we can work out when we wretched and rotten while in the
mist of remembering dearly forgotten.
put your heart and put yo soul and watch the jealousy unfold from perpetrators
proclaiming that they life is so,.
much better then a neighbor hood veteran than again there he go again with all
that chitterin and chattering Suckaz in the crowd be like what he talkin bout
when grown folks speakin nigga shut yo funkin mouth…
Erina would say swerve.
adhd i forgot my last word.
no