[Verse 1]
"Bet I can f*ck your mother.
I'm sharp like a f*cking cutter.
She wet like the f*cking gutters."
Bet these n*gga's wanna.
And no knows why my heart dark.
If you wanna love. Do your part.
b*tch stank like a fart.
Pull up in a race car.
b*tch if you wanna go far.
Gotta start at the beginning, not the end.
Bendin' my mind. While I'm tryin to find happiness.
They say I'm blessed but n*gga's never knew I am a wreck.
Thick ass b*tch needed.
I need to see clearly.
She said she needed me.
But I thought she had a sarcasticlly approach.
RIP ROACH : East Side Soulja.
Yes n*gga I was the one who wrote this.
If ya wanna try to f*ckin quote me.
Don't