East$ide Long Beach

Jakob Humphrey

I spit shit that make these niggas wanna quit rap get back my flow on semi go rit tit tit tat
Crazy young nigga you can't save a young nigga might go out like Cobain first where my spliff at
Then after I get lit up blow some wigs back or a chicks back come back and maybe chit chat
With a thick bitch on the net she want my big sack all in her mouth oh my know imma beat the cat
Up then I escape like a smooth criminal subliminal the way I spit this shit it be so pivotal
I kill instrumentals with the shit that be so lyrical my spiritual is elevated flow so detrimental
You can't compete that's a fact lil buddy I'm the man on the moon shout out to Kid Cudi
Niggas shoot for the stars but it's for heaven I'm gunning
I don't know if imma make it all my life I spent running
To the wrong shit for a answer to my problems when all along it was really god that would solve em
Now I'm stuck in this purgatory hard to be sovereign in a world full of niggas and bitches that's so ungodly
Oh good golly oh my what a time to be alive I just strive to make ends for me and mines
I don't wanna die and not have a dime to leave behind for the future generations to use it wise
So I'm on the grind can't waste time gotta spit shit that's gone last over time w these rap niggas
I can't go to overtime hoe I'm gone shine yeah the light gone be mine
They gone know my name Jakob to the M I C H A E L Humphrey hoe
Get it right creep through the shadows skating through the night
Post in the cut w some beats and I write
Shit bout life and the strife that cuts deep like a knife in my back no act and I'm not feeling right
About some niggas that's round me and I can't fucking fight the feeling
That they trynna finesse me or end a nigga life
And every night when the demons come I avoid the bite
Cause I just hold on to my ego and my fucking pride
That's all I got cause these niggas don't got my back and the fact of the matter
Is when I'm lonely lord I'm not doing right

If he take me in my sleep I pray the lord my soul he keep
I been grinding for some weeks and I ain't yet to sew and reap
So that means by any means me and my niggas we gone eat
Just some grimey young niggas in the east side of the beach

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