Junes Confessions
Lyrics
Yes green Flame
Just let me vent out
Gonna have to cut the cake any
Way that you slice it
Man, this struggle in the ghetto
Keeps the world excited
While the Glock keep it lit
Push the safety for violence
Man, the victims hurts more when
Your life is misguided
My eyes to the streets while
I wear these glasses
Things hidden from the world
These battery acid
But they can't fuck with me lyrically
Go ask 'em i passion more times than
The government passes
Why you walk and can't breathe?
Your life is in plastic
Seen killers having dead eyes, red eyes
Bags under their eyes
They're packing for death
I watch every step because niggas
Be looking for reps
Imaginary reps, no jobs, but repping the set
Got fired off work, no government check
Another funeral
When you gonna learn about that turn route?
The same time niggas came in
And got burned out
I light a candle for the spiritual
Niggas still sleeping on me
It's like a miracle
You only get one life, dog, I'm double daring
I hope you stay protected because the
Streets are not scared of you
Put a value on life before you
Compare me to any other rappers
Them humans is uncomparable
I'm still up in the house with
The dirty sink, bath rust, shit
How I stay clean?
The same way I hit the streets and stay clean
Inside out, dirty outside, I'm looking mean
You can fit 100, 000 in some skinny jeans
Just a slave
That's the only thing that life means
It's that to see people go
Down with life dreams
I'm still walking the same streets
I did in 93 niggas right behind me, I give
'em the whole nine, please
Too many people hope
And they're relying on me
Damn, shit's real, they're relying on me
If you gotta say I kill it
Man, I gotta write you, please
Write with the hollow tips that I rap with
I'm going through the pen, man
The persons involved and they always
I let my mama do the shopping and all
Because I can see her outside when
You was dropping me off
So I hit the streets, dog
Damn, there ain't no problems at all
When you grow up, you slow up
Niggas get thirsty
I got love for my young niggas
But they try to jerk me
Hate me, up in they mind
They started to, shit, irk me
Putting niggas through surgery, fix your face
My face is like the wind of summer
Out of place fuck you suckers
Fuck 'em green Flame, we on it
Writer(s): BIG LOS, BRANDON MCCARTNEY
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
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