March 1, 20187 yr Author SA:MP Haldaja Now I'm thirteen, smokin' blunts, makin' cream On the drug scene, fuck a football team Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen Hearin' the coach scream at my lifetime dream, I mean I wanna blow up, stack my dough up So school I didn't show up, it fucked my flow up Mom said that I should grow up and check myself before I wreck myself, disrespect myself Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it Scarface, King of New York, I wanna be it Rap was secondary, money was necessary Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary C74-Mark 8 set me straight Not able to move behind the great steel gate Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail? All the money I stacked was all the money for bail [video=youtube]
March 1, 20187 yr Author SA:MP Haldaja It's a mexican thing that we bring to your city 619 909 homies tell me 'Are you with Me' Bumping Lake Side with the Brown Bride through these city streets With phat ass rides and homies coming with that heat From undearneth, I got that DP with a twist lime in Throw on an instramental start rhymin I'm climbing to the level 80 proven toxication I'm so fucked up Shadow tell what they're facing [video=youtube]
March 3, 20187 yr Author SA:MP Haldaja From America to Germany — ghetto emergency City to city that every ghetto will emerge with me That’s real intense you can feel a sense of urgency We gotta take the hood back, it’s a burglary Rappers getting away with murder like purgery Killing the vibe and they lie for the currency Me? Personally prefer to put every word in my verse To a universal point, purpose and perfectly N.Y. back, to my death My tech-nique to deep, my speech unique [video=youtube]
March 6, 20187 yr Author SA:MP Haldaja :heart: Visualizing the realism of life in actuality Fuck who's the baddest, a person's status depends on salary And my mentality is money-orientated I'm destined to live the dream For all my peeps who never made it ‘Cause, yeah, we were beginners in the hood as 5 Percenters But something must've got in us ‘Cause all of us turned to sinners Now some resting in peace and some are sittin' in San Quentin Others, such as myself, are trying to carry on tradition Keeping this Schweppervescent street ghetto essence inside us, ‘cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us Even though we know, somehow we all gotta go But as long as we leaving thievin' We'll be leavin' with some kind of dough So, until that day we expire and turn to vapors Me and my capers will be somewhere stackin' plenty papers Keeping it real, packing steel, getting high ‘Cause life's a bitch and then you die [video=youtube]
March 13, 20187 yr Author SA:MP Haldaja [video=youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOwXbEHEVDM [video=youtube] goosebumps
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