Mad N' Shit

Yeah I'm back on the pen pad and shit Niggas on online be making me mad and shit I'm come with the niggas who killed bin Ladin shit If you critiquing send me the mail I come with the beacon Been talking deacons they tell me sinning I telll em this new beginning I'm done but im really finished Im mad but really livid Confessions of a nigga who scared to tell his real feelings Got rings like the bucks boy I hope you keep up boy You smoking the pack don't you get stuck boy I never ment to get in your way,I'm looking for real estate My agent asking when I'm gonna sign the contract It depends on how well pays In the back my mind I'm thinking about if gon stay Down South nigga running up California state Bitch bout to find a new place Lord gonna handle my grace Anxiety ,I'm on one But it really be staying on ten how many hours dedicated to words and pen Me and my niggas we basically twins If you and your niggas don't have the same mindset your not friends I go down roads that never end Preacher man hand wrapped in sin These online niggas need cleanse Saying the wildest of things I wonder who's pulling strings I wonder who's playing the puppet Surely not me my nigga We broke out our chains But we still grieve my nigga I mean this life is difficult Niggas not reaching the pinnacle You thought that I turn my back but I didn't though Niggas want some smoke we'll give it hoe And i didn't. come back from the south just forget Pole I don't even have one of those it sounded so cold Online niggas making me lose my cool Fans don't know what it's like in my shoes