I'm lost in a flurrie
I'm beginning to get worried
It's strange, you're my treasure but for you I would be buried
So I walk the plank
Without you it feels like I lost my rank
They fuckin with you, who I got to shank?
You love me even when I don't got some bank
And that's cherishable
Without you I hurt in the soul
But even at low
They can never murder a soul
That walks with the lost
I got glocks for your boss
And they're not for sale
Ay yo I'm not gon tale
Like its bedtime
I'm steady flopping with the best rhymes
Rather be home sober with you then doing breast lines
Off a strippa
Its Thug Life till they off us nigga
Like a switch
But I still wont switch
Don't care what you like ya bitch
©aceito
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