Its my life this is how i grew up,
born october 4 1994 a cocaine screw up,
me and chad addams the bomb cuz we blew up,
we phenomenoms,
bitches call ya moms,
we out here grindin for the paper yall hiddin like sadoms,
we met last year at lunch time,
when he needed money,
i lent 20s
not quarters and dimes,
we out blind the sun wit are shyne,
my dad got locked up for smugglin white lines,
his dad got locked up for selling tech nines,
you mess wit chad or you step to his face,
then you messin wit me and you will be errased,
we got mo heat then miami,
we won two awords at the grammys,
we got love from each an every one of yall familys,
and half the hater cant even stand me,
its b cuz we been on top for a while,
travein for miles,
people always hatein but its just my style,
Corey gots gunz,putin money in funz,
now we back,
aint no need fo a gat,
if we bring one we just gon lay down the track,
we keeping it fresh like a tic tack,
we dont play around like knick knacks,
write me a five minute song so i can spit dat,
an i can git back at ya,
and for the haters let me set my gun on safty just so you can catch a smack,
my paitiencs for money thats somthin i lack,
let me say what up to big zack,
tpain
Roundpointadams 2 years ago