My Downfall, Pt. 2

I dream filthy I prob wrote this verse off some sour kush and henny - what a set off I'm grinding til I'm well off - wipe the sweat off It's like I never get off - like Kellogg's Can't be fla-key that's hot sun U gon need a piece for ur enemies in Bos-ton They wanna see me locked up - shot up Mom crotched over the casket screaming "bastard " Crying -know my friends is lying "Y'all know who killed him fill them with the Lugers from the rugers from the dezzi" Dyin ain't the shit but it's pleasant - kinda quiet - watch my niggas bring the riot Giving cats the opposite of dyin I know a couple niggas want me gone lord They dont know u out me here for the long haul I Pray they all stay in their lane no Lavar ball Got some tricks right up my sleeve and in the Longjohns I give these lil niggas the light but i ain't Sean Paul U can catch me ballin on em like I'm John wall Get a nigga jumped quick but it ain't Kris Kross Porzingis shit I'll Russia bitch like I'm kristaps I started Thankful Records But - all these niggas selfish A Young nigga bout his chicken call that lemon peppered A real one can tell u fake just by a nigga gestures School of hard knocks flexin was i was professin When i graduated I had to do a 5th semester You scared to cuff the chick but I suggest u should arrest her Started in the bury then took it to dorchester They said it's gon be tougher than i think but I never stress it Fuck what u say I wasn't set but I still found a way I'm In the music biz but i ain't doin nothin gay I'll Never sell my soul I'm staying real until the grave I'll Never sell my soul I'm staying real until the grave