PayneInTheCulo

Left for a few
But now that I’m back again
Back to my classic shit
Made by a veteran
These haters who blood suck
I don’t give a fuck
You could let them in
And tell them
D been writing since Urkel was the wave
Times they mature
Now smoking a bunch of purple in a day
But enough with the Mary talk
Nervous
So I carried hawks
Scar on his forehead
Yea I had a Harry thought
But its sad
Because I sadly thought
The beef was overcooked
Upset face
With that sober look
But I get it
No checks
No respect
No funds
No fun
It’s simple
Grab the pump-dump
Turn into Omar Little
So give up that money
Before the crow bar hit you
Blacked out
With the worst thoughts
Am I alive
Is the first thought
2nd did I get caught
Nervousness
But this only happens
With certain shit
Heart cold
Got frostbite
Visions blurred
No fog lights
And this is life
Turmoil
Blood soil
Secret lives
But as you lie
They saw you
So I call you
Yo bro
You exposed
From your walk
To your clothes
They know
So
Your story
Don’t keep it
The point being made on this page
Is everyone wants money
And this is no secret
I mean it