Solomon Lurke
My Boys Dey Be Lurkin...
One of the illest since Magic Johnson
No disrespect...
But metaphors'll keep me out the projects
Rap connects'll keep me correct, ayo, I wrote this on Donnie roof
After his funeral, on one knee, thinking his killers followed me
So to my nikka Donnie, up there
Can you please tell God that we fukked up here?
You got beer, weed, guns, AIDS
All these obstacles, it's hard to make it nowadays
Why's the Devil winning, some say it's our fault
If that's the answer, you know smoking cause cancer
Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind
My tape stay at the beginning cause that's how they rewind
Y'all know how we dine
We don't eat swine and we don't drink wine
If you don't bring me some motherfukking cognac, I'll kill you
I can't feel you, ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars
I fukk with rottweilers, no leashes, no collars
Brolic scholars, that's Ghost Deini
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This verse has been going through my head since I read the topic the other day.


