Karma Real

When I was young I had stole from out my mama purse Broke as hell took from out my bitch shit too Ain't feel the pain til I start popping perks How else you pose to numb the pain of shit you been threw What you know bout use ya re-up so you can go out What you know bout sell two rocks and ya bomb sold out Any trap I'm in I bet that bitch look like a hoe house Aint shit to stack a ten that shit like niggas goin up the road now I'm known to pull up with that bow wow and skate like roll bounce N niggas Latin and not thinking I ain't take the slow route 40 on me I ain't drinking got something to go bout It's moving smart and not hard something they don't know bout Cuz I know Karma Real n know how Karma Feel Dying to live then why I'm thinking bout my Grandma still I did some numbers it ain't solve none of my problems still Thigh pads on weed and cologne and got problems still I stole from Ced back when I was on that Molly bad So I know firsthand what can go down on a Molly bag Ain't got a son but when I see em i'ma pop his ass Hit em in the face with a stick boy where ya hockey mask I'm bout to spazz all these snakes hoping out the grass Acting like rabbits but the turtle one ain't finish last Panoramic shatter ya dreams like its tempered glass In a cell thinking bout how I'm a get in my bag Man what you know bout sell two rocks and ya bomb sold out What you know bout lose ya re-up just so you can go out When its time to put on a show you know I'm a show out Ain't fuckin my rat cheese no mo she like to pull up and show out When shawty start fucking my dawg that's why she ain't my hoe now It's cool cuz ga was my dog but I bust his hoe down It's true that what do come around come back and go round I use to be a hot boy but I ain't from the O town Cuz I know Karma Real n know how Karma Feel My dawg in jail for life I know he want to pop appeal Magic trick disappear David copperfield I got that pole on me but you can't copt a feel I strip the dice game for real for them blues And bust down with my patna who was shooting too Back door lil Joe nobody move Back doored Lil Joe about some shoes When I was young I had stole from out my mama purse Broke as hell took from out my bitch shit Ain't feel the pain til a nigga started popping perks But how else you pose to numb the pain of shit you been thru Man what you know bout lose ya re-up just so you can go out What you know bout sell two rocks and ya bomb sold out Any trap I'm in I bet that bitch look like a hoe house Ain't shit to stack a ten that shit like niggas going up the road now I'm known to pull up with that bow wow and skate like roll bounce Niggas be hating and not thinking I ain't take the slow route