I Need A Dollar

Gothic Rap continues.. VERSE 1 Don’t Judge Cus you see me in the cut; Puttin money in my pockets, pulling crack out my butt; And don’t hate, cus I ran from the jakes; Don’t be mad I got away and lived to sell another day; And don’t stare, goak, or glare; When I’m bummy one day, then fresh outta no where; And don’t mind; What I do with mines; Don’t be clocking my pockets, don’t be eyen my grind; Stay inside, don’t be bendin your blinds; Theres much better things, you could do with your time; Don’t front, don’t be mad; Cus I’m good at gettin money, when I’m needin it bad; VERSE 2 Im the shit G; I got history; I heard they still talk about me, and they miss me; Well shit dude; Man I miss you; But I don’t show it to the public tryin to diss you; I’m a stay real, i’m a stay true; I’m a keep thanking god that I aint you; I’m a still, keep an eye, on you fake dudes; You know, them ones that show love, but really hate you; They don’t make you; Don’t let um break you; But play the long game, if they play you; I’ll wait a week bro; To get your beak broke; I’ll wait a whole month, to get your niece smoke; I’ll wait whole years, before I come back; Then snatch every sale, you should know that; Every old cat; Loves a throw back; And these fiends are as old as your dro pack; VERSE 3 What you want now? I just sat down? No, you can’t get no credit, calm that shit down; You lookin mad hot; You might attract cops; Plus you on a fuckin bike, wit some striped socks; My gosh, now it’s 5 for forty? Since I said kick rocks, now you change your story? I shoved 5 in her hand, to get this bitch away; She said Bruce don’t flip, I got 36 in change;