YOUR SAD STORY

I ain't with the circus shit, shit, Yeah, that's I Told. Spotting Bitch ass niggas of Soul. Sick all the shit, put It in the septic hole. Niggas be just like Sick of this concern the System I'm on. Souls be the same, Every seven that I made through The bottom floor. Never lost, but my psyche's gone, Fried cheese. something from the same looking farm. Nigga, get a plan for some real shit and Fly. Something with my nigga, be the same as Dr. Victor Frank. Change and be living on sound, Nigga, the house, unlocked, and walk it down, Down. Forty dollar bags on the floor, Suck fuckin' rat. Nigga, on the stage "Hey, Nigga, you the... I Sold ice, I was living depths. Freaking out the landlord, won't replace the tapes. I sold ice, I was living in the depths. Freaking out the landlord, won't replace the tapes. I ain't With The circus shit, no Ain't with the circus shit, Was told. Spotting made up of soul. Of all septic hole