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Final Boss 01-09-2017 10:19 AM

Orlando Brown Flow
 
New Year same me cuz i never change up
bitch. I&apos;ve been the same since that youngin that y&apos;all came up withNothing&apos;s changed still the same speak whats on my mind and they hate. Cowards fake, see thru their lies it&apos;s painted on all their face.backstabbed by my right hand, I think the knife still stuck in me. Crazy the one who killed my heart said they had love for me. Now I&apos;m thinking different, my love will never be the same. My Next girl won&apos;t get what you had,I been through some pain. But I charge it To the game rollup blunts till I forget it <br>I&apos;ve been real since rugrats and street light curfews<br>Ain&apos;t into all that back n forth boy I&apos;ll come meet you <br>Beat you from your front door, then drag you into the street too<br>Really ima sweet dude, but stand strong on what I claim Keep it real with you so keep it real with me <br>An we won&apos;t have no complaints <br>I keep it old school pinky up when I sip my tea an listen to rap.<br>Rather hear Pimp C or Nas speak on a track, Tupac to keep it a stack <br>Can&apos;t fuck with you skinny jean wearing worried bout ah designer belt fags, you all wack <br>I take it back to the Timb boots, black skully and ya fav starter Jack <br>Making something out of nothin, just to get away from where you started at<br>Cuz you ain&apos;t livin like the rappers you see doing shows counting all the stacks <br>Shit I&apos;ll be good with a couple racks, I got product to invest in <br>I triple double and make it back <br>Never seen a more vicious writer, pen status piranha I&apos;ll eat anything in my path. <br>Think suicide in the tub, you&apos;ll be dead ina blood bath <br>I&apos;m gettin top from ya main bitch, boy she got the best mouth <br>Head game on Churches Chicken that shits the best in the South <br>Lost but still ain&apos;t found, torn between to different routes.<br>Work this 9-5 to get this cheddar <br>Or work this 9 of mine to get my bread up. I can&apos;t decide my minds under pressure <br>
No logic hoe<br>A punch connect, Leave ya nose running without the common cold <br>Im 10 toes down, fuck a challenge i dont have to prove it <br>I got everybody lookin for the kid like a chaparone who just lost a student<br>Im riding till the wheels fall off, down the road but we still smash the gas.<br>Sparks flying from the whip light up your shit like the cash cab <br>Paul walker flow, live fast &amp; furious till i crash bad <br>In and out of depression, my thoughts happy then they turn sad <br>Lifes a drag, pulling me under into&nbsp; a dark abyss. Cursed with social anxiety and a hint of awkwardness. <br>I dont talk much, but in my mind i speak alot. Conversations with myself help me consentrate on my train of thought<br>
I&apos;m at heavens gates, i gotta couple questions when i come face to face with God <br>Like why didnt you intervene when he took the peice to end it all. <br>Why do i gotta live like this, whys my life so fucking hard <br>Wheres my white Pickett fence, two story house with a Jag parked in garage. <br>I see my peers and their advancing, i seem to be stuck in limbo <br>Everytime i hit a hot streak, something brings the winter cold. Thats one step forward and 3 steps back. Running on lifes treadmill, never completin a lap<br>Nothing inside felt real, i bottled my emotions until i lost the cap. <br>Now im quick to snap, like the end of a Deaf Jam poetry act <br>I aint worried about the next man, point me to where the hoes be at <br>Walk out with one on each side of me like a shoulder strap <br>If i aint bout to bust my shit, i aint about to show the strap <br>tell my killer look me in the eyes before he unloads the gat <br>Stone cold stare, i could feel it in the air before he claps <br>Pull a neo out the matrix i stop the bullets and send it back <br>Stick to posting wack lyrics on Facebook, claim to aalways be in the studio but i aint heard a thang<br>
Look. <br>Bottom line, nobdy round here is as nice as me.<br>
Kill u with an old flow, and not even think about it cuz i go in every bar, like im tryna get a Drink up out it<br>
You rap because you think its cool. <br>
I rap because i need too, matched by my love for the craft not talking cheese dude <br>Been a beast since 93, scuffy knees and preschool<br>
If i Shall die before i wake, i pray to lord my soul he keeps two <br>
You hop online just to hate, your thug persona is see thru. If you feelin some type of way then pull up, But im the type to come meet you. I hit you up for the address, GPS it then im in root. Driving like a mad man until my two boots are on your stoop. I kick a door before you answer, no need to be polite <br>Think drivin on black ice ina stormy winter night. Boi i could fuck up your life. All it takes is a wrong turn, life changes into a horror movie. But this one a lil&nbsp; different. In the end theirs no survivors <br>
Machete on me like Jason, with a mask like micheal myers. Freddy Kruger with deadly shooters, send headshots to ya crew of losers.<br>
Hulk hogan leg drop rap game at a dead lock, and im here to break the chain. Spit cain and make bands pop. Create my own luck im walking through feilds of shamrock


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