Wats up
Not too much happened today, right now im tryin to figure out wat classes ima take next year, an talkin to Lina. This whole thing with Stephanie was buggin me out. Its a first, but i hate to be mean. Im just tired of the arguements an her attitude, an i feel bad, but watever shit happens. Im prolly gonna hook up with Lina, see how that works out. She nice, an she cool, an thats good. Aaron finally got his ass back in town at like 3 in the mornin, he had to get his ass up at fuckin 530 to go to work, i know he wasnt happy about that shit. Me an Danny chilled this whole weekend, thats my muthafuckin homie, he's tite as fuck. So yea, it was a crazy ass weekend, fun though. Yea i did end up gettin 2 12's, now im just waitin to get money for an amp so i can put them in my car. That shit is gonna be crazy, its gonna be hard to breathe when it hits, cause i got a hatchback, so its gonna be insane, i caint wait for that shit. The only thing that sucks is nothin rattles cause i dont have a fuckin trunk, but its all good, it sounds a lot better on the inside. Other then that, i needa bring up my grades, straighten up some things in my life that im not gonna mention, but a couple people know wat im talkin about. I guess thats it lil homies, ill catch up with yall latr.
Who could it bee, blowin on doja, consumin codine, cause im just a soulja, that stays on his grind, chasin that
fitty, these fellas they aint ready they like weighted im heavy, the Mo'City Don, King Of The Ghetto, I keep
droppin bombs, cause i just caint let go, Im throwed in the game, i blow on that dodo, see z-ro in slow mo, z-ro
not no hoe though, i swang an i swerve, like Tony Montana, my balls are my word, come down ya chimney like santa,
an put ya to bed, for talkin down on an 'ol g, even though yall really don't know me, ill make you die slowly...
Im gettin high, high off the weed, always keep a pistol on the side of me, all the realy killas gon ride with me,
an if i die, ima die a G.
Who could it bee, blowin on doja, consumin codine, cause im just a soulja, that stays on his grind, chasin that
fitty, these fellas they aint ready they like weighted im heavy, the Mo'City Don, King Of The Ghetto, I keep
droppin bombs, cause i just caint let go, Im throwed in the game, i blow on that dodo, see z-ro in slow mo, z-ro
not no hoe though, i swang an i swerve, like Tony Montana, my balls are my word, come down ya chimney like santa,
an put ya to bed, for talkin down on an 'ol g, even though yall really don't know me, ill make you die slowly...
Im gettin high, high off the weed, always keep a pistol on the side of me, all the realy killas gon ride with me,
an if i die, ima die a G.