Yo i wrote this rap a few days ago and put it u here but didnt get noticed really and had comments that homies are feelin it
So any producers or record labels out there looking for some new talent this is aimed at yall
Bak in 95 i started to get on my grind
earning all my respect
and owning the hottest cadilac
yeh everyday momma used to ask me what happened to my skin
it was all inked up and momma used to say it was a sin
i can remember every night when i layed in bed
i always used to think i would always rap until i get shot dead
i was never affraid of the game
it was like i was addicted to all the fame
but many of my homies used to think the same
every now and then i would have to loose another friend
used to be the trend
every wednesday when i was dealin
me and my homies would all go out stealin
at the age of 15 i was given a gun
used to try act tough and pull it out for fun
momma used to always be on my bak about trouble
everyday when i used to get back lookin like rubble
i still remember the day when momma threatend to give me away
i used to think black was the way to be
until the neighbours moved in and started screamin ESSAY
every night i used to be scared of the F***en tools
momma useds to stick her nose up and call em all fools
but my life got worse, sore the 1st of my homies lie still in his hurse
i ignored every sign to resign from crime
but as i kept livin that life just got into more strife
as life went on i was still livin that life
but as i grew older i started to feel all the hype
so as i grew older all my homies startin to do their time
used to have a different cop come to the door all the time
used to jump the back fence tryin to escape
everytime i got home momma always like who you rape
if anyone thinks i should change any part in it just holla
and i got some critizsm for the last line so dont go thinkin ya tough dissin
So any producers or record labels out there looking for some new talent this is aimed at yall
Bak in 95 i started to get on my grind
earning all my respect
and owning the hottest cadilac
yeh everyday momma used to ask me what happened to my skin
it was all inked up and momma used to say it was a sin
i can remember every night when i layed in bed
i always used to think i would always rap until i get shot dead
i was never affraid of the game
it was like i was addicted to all the fame
but many of my homies used to think the same
every now and then i would have to loose another friend
used to be the trend
every wednesday when i was dealin
me and my homies would all go out stealin
at the age of 15 i was given a gun
used to try act tough and pull it out for fun
momma used to always be on my bak about trouble
everyday when i used to get back lookin like rubble
i still remember the day when momma threatend to give me away
i used to think black was the way to be
until the neighbours moved in and started screamin ESSAY
every night i used to be scared of the F***en tools
momma useds to stick her nose up and call em all fools
but my life got worse, sore the 1st of my homies lie still in his hurse
i ignored every sign to resign from crime
but as i kept livin that life just got into more strife
as life went on i was still livin that life
but as i grew older i started to feel all the hype
so as i grew older all my homies startin to do their time
used to have a different cop come to the door all the time
used to jump the back fence tryin to escape
everytime i got home momma always like who you rape
if anyone thinks i should change any part in it just holla
and i got some critizsm for the last line so dont go thinkin ya tough dissin