Alltopnotch

ok...if you can first of all get past the slang and language it's written in...see if you can relate at all...this isnt some dumb bling bling shit...its about real life...people need to express themselves more through music like this even if it might not be in your "native tongue"


all my life its like im fucken around with the wrong people...make a movie about my life it'll be a long sequel, bout people livin off freebies and brick G's thats how that shit be out here you got to grind to get G's, no bentley's flippin unless your name is felix mitchell listen...little boys and girls my momma can barely pay the fucken rent, my daddy gotta be somewhere in this world pimpin...white bitches for dough he was a gigolo lived in marin, and he used to take me and my village patnas to go swimmin...he drove a BMW they father drove a lemon, beginnin to endin momma kept spendin money on gin and drugs...i had to sleep on the fucken rug where the roaches was, i hung with thugs always rollin dice and pumpin gas...to get some cash you had to store the coke we'll mop his ass, my pops would give me cash but momma she would take it from me...if i didnt give it to her she'd beat my ass butt naked homie, the only way i'd see a movie was out with the homies...i'm always bummy had no money they would pay it fo me, my daddy told me when i was very young...that he was on the run i heard him mention somethin about columbiuns, and i could come stay with him if i didnt like the way that moms treat me...i just didnt like the way that moms beat me, with tonka toys in front of my boys hit me with objects...so i just...got the fuck up out these projects, i left behind my moms and sisters so relentless...never thought theyd get evicted and be sleepin on benches, my pops was on some pimp shit...sewin up frisco...five-o kicked down the door he flushed the el-bow, there goes another nigga strait to the pen...by the age 10...done lived with every relative and friend i know...here i go again, livin with my grandma then my auntie my uncle...whereever id go...niggas would gank me for my bundle, swundle my check with section 8 and medical benifits...but me i wasnt gettin shit, spend my shit on their kids thats what they did fuck relatives...if i dont do my thang now ill never live, never gone get it if you sit on your ass...so fuck math class im on the ave with crack for that ass, like son like dad...i love the smell of money hash and zig zags...look at the back of my ass peep the sag its big cash and ball but...we all get caught up and sent to juvenile hall...scrape your turf on the wall in county drawers, my momma abused alchohol my pops an inmate...and me im sweepin halls in intake, hey...my momma carried the wait aint seen my pops since 86...every year in and outta jail for crazy shit, so much shady shit done happened to me i cant put it behind me...the lord took my momma's life in 93, god bless her soul...cuz she was caught up in a household fire at a rehab so we sued they ass, this shit makin me mad...high ass lawyer we had melvin bell i tried to tell my sister that he'd get paid half, settlement 56 g's...my visions of 56 g's...my lil sister 106 g's...ripleys wont believe that for the life of my momma they only gave us a quarter mil ticket to split...i cant deal with this shit, i wish you was here...to see me get this deal with chris and noo trybe...momma you died i cried cuz you missed...the gold and platinum plaques...i bet you never thought your lil black ass son could rap, now im breakin off scratch and burnin sacks with sparkle...thats my lil sister askin the lord why did you make her life so awful, next thing you know my pops gone...in 95 he died of aids, its either suicide or cry for days...and weeks and months...blowin blunts keep away flashes...no funeral caskets just two vaises with ashes, i asked if he'd spare my life...cuz all i got is my nieces my two sisters and my wife, recite behind the mic the type of shit that niggas like...for the first time in my life im makin bread doin it right, but at night seems like im haunted...probably cuz jack-moves and licks ive done it...what goes around comes around hollow point tip rounds to my stomach, bitches...screamin at summit...thats how you busta niggas want it...but i still just get blunted in big 600's...niggas done done it...done deal nigga been there like dre...blowin hay in the air on the freeway...pray...forgive me god is what i would say...i got a lot of days to count...blessed...went from claiming sets with yaye up in my mouth...see task and bounce...now i blow hash a half an ounce...smoke L to the facial blessed to be livin on hell...muthafucka...cuz if you aint know...this is hell...

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MrIzzz

will google translater work on that?

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Mr. Marks

uhh, i hope you got it all out and youre feeling better.

EviLGuY

I dont think anything can translate that.