Rap About Nothing: Hip Hop Chat Thread

Somebody need to get drakeo a real barber tho. That prison line up ain’t it
 
“ I do this **** sick, stuffy, congested
They don't give a **** if you sick,
You still get cuffed and arrested (click clank)
My justice is wretched
You get knocked down,
Please, grab your crutches, keep stepping (Frankie!)
'Cause the game we done held back too long,
The pain we done felt that too long
Cocaine we done dealt that too long
And my pops, it don't help that you gone
Myself should move on (woooo!)
It's scary and I'm gonna need help (yep!)
Streets fluster me
Dogs, marijuana don't help (NO!)
Fiends, junkies in the corner don't help
Knee deep in my grave on these blocks
I'ma goner myself, but.....
.”



JONES! :pimp:
 
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