this is true prize fighting
no money just love
the proofs in my writing
keep yur kiss n hugs
i make'em feel drunk
like hennessy i sip from cups
i spit the type of shit
that could unite the crypts n bloods
i dont need a spliff
to get lifted up
to be perfectly honest
i really miss the buzz
spent too much time on the street
now im sick of thugs
always bouncin of the walls
the shits ridiculous
actin big and bad
lookin for a bitch to fuck
next thing u know
u here a voice sayin stickem up
i still have the scars
from when my wrists were cuffed
fought the biggest guy in jail
yo that kid was ruff
went pound for pound
he took a kick to the nuts
saw him the next day
he didnt bitch or fuss
stay humble in this world
cuz u never know when yur shift is up
just blabbin on bout life n shit
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