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Before I Self Destruct (Gangsta's Delight) by JigsawKillah(m): 1:42pm On Jul 27, 2017 |
20K on pills, I am flexing Hopefully I'd wake up with direction These seeds in my mouth, I feel no tension An easy way to go, thank you, don't mention A letter to my mother, she been guessing I told her it's no goodbye, I'm just messing I just did my best on my dressing It pays to look nice, I've learnt my lesson Maybe I'd tell Tee how I'm feeling Hoping she won't find that I'm a villain My smoking have blackened up my ceiling With nameless girls I have took to chilling I'm just being nice on this cold night Looking for one friend I'd hold tight My bad habits done chased them all away I'd go soon, but I'm not going today A gangsta's delight first Before I self destruct I just made some money from my betting I called up one of my ex and we're sexting Told her I'd give her the whole money If she'd come and we'd had sex till the morning When we dated, she told me no touching Now I'm talking money, she saying she'd suck me I pray she comes over, before I turned sober Else, she'd go home with nothing Money over everything, we lean on it Screw staying holy, I'd sin for it Gospel singers are funny, they sing for it Church bells are no better, they ring for it It's my last days, I drink to it Going out dope has a nice ring to it A gangster going out to make the world pay They're thinking they've won, but not today A gangsta's delight first Before I self destruct I went back to my street, to my area This teen was aching for my Instruments Her family is close enough to be mine I won't betray family for one night Her chest got nothing to write on at all Her six is the size of two basketballs She'd hold my hand and put it on her backside And ask me: "it is soft, you want a ride?" Oh, sweetheart, I've been dodging you for too long It's my last days, I can't do wrong Taking her to the river side seems right To give her my wax, so she could make light She became an aged woman while I'm balling She stood bent and a rod kept her from falling "Brother miguor!" She kept saying. Inside I say I'll leave soon, but I'm not going today A gangsta's delight first Before I self destruct My little boy held my hand, he wouldn't let go Told his mom if he still crying she should let me know My seed looking at me, his eyes questioning Why is daddy avoiding my eyes? Don't mention it Little boy, your daddy failed you He's weak, he's trying to bail too It's either that, suicide or jail too Anyhow he ends, he has failed you I hope you live a different youth Maybe stay in a different hood Maybe have a wealthy guardian And study without bearing hunger Grow far away from hood wrongs Where gunshots sounds like songs But I have to make these things right I'd leave soon, but not until your future is bright - Jigs 2 Likes |
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