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Post by D on Oct 5, 2012 6:47:52 GMT -5
You wanna know how I truly feel?
Well...
I'll tell you...
I feel like you are fake as fuck. And quite frankly I think you suck. When everyone's around you stunt. But when you're by yourself you front. And then you act like you're the shit. You sport that jewelry for that bitch. But then forget whose chain that is. And tell that hoe you're the realist. Confessed your soul to that old snitch. Then turned your back on your whole clique. FUCK YOU and your grimey bitch. Old tryflin tryme slimey bitch. You tell me that you have my back. But then talk smack behind my back. And forsake those who showed you love. And picked you up when times were tough. I don't know why you act so rough. It's clear that you are soft as fuck. You act like you were once a bum. You pretend like you're from the slum. You never had to be a thug. You never even held a gun. You're mad because I am a thug. You're mad because I had that money. But now that I am down on luck. I see you wanna take that from me. FUCK YOU and your jealousy. FUCK YOU bitches envy me. FUCK YOU since you're a pussy. But thank you for the energy. And thanks to all my enemies. To fake ass friends and family. To foes and hoes who ran on me. For teaching me insanity. And thank you all for being fake. For teaching me to be a snake. And showing me how not to break. But most of all for teaching hate.
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Post by z on Oct 5, 2012 9:06:00 GMT -5
that boy snappn
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