Whos gonna be on that mnt top
Its me till i flop
The reason i ain't been makein songs is because
I keep loseing friends but f** it its cool
Im a still be me
Rip to 23
And i murder the beat burtaley
Like i was gein
f** jeff
D got my back
The day he says im wack is the day i give up
On life d**h and hip hop
And maby i controdict my self
But your a hermaphaidte
So go f** your self
f** this shelf its full
You a fool
Like im mr rodgers
I never play for the dogers
Or padreads
Only them tigers
d**h for fake riders
But the real ones allways go
And im depressed but dont let it show
And since they k**ed my bro
Im a let them know that im down to die to
So f** me but f** you
Get it like you was in jail
f** bail
Lock me up in a cell with em
All beat the fat off his a**
And he knows who he is
And f** this cess
f** the rest
And d
Tell em all i ain't to be played with
Because im going insaine
And if i snap it will be because im sick of lifes crap
And i found this map
It leads to gap
And it says right under neeth that
Youll find your best friends hat
And im sick of these fake cats
Im a real dog f** the smog f** the fog
f** these fake f**s
If you ain't down to ride or die then f** u
And as i complamaint my best firneds last words and how he took the f**ing bullet
I realaize now that i got a gun if i evver see those motherf**ers best belaive im gonna pull it