Tha FreakStylaz Post Album | M.Y.E.R.S. Multi Youngins Earning Reps n Streets

T HA F REAKSTYLAZ P OST A LBUM

| M.Y.E.R.S. |

| 9. Curb Confessions |

i hung with night stalkers that got desperate when life faulters

knew how to roll w/ da odds when the dice alters

bought it all when the price offers

in tight quarters seen barbarians eyes fight waters

back when david n golaith seem like slaughters

flowed my scrypts in crypts that streamed cross borders

with teams of duaghters developed scemes of foyers

for beans of goya, fount out life's ah dream when teens adore ya

but the glits n da gleam dont last like fiends w/ cash

future slumbers woke a demons past

eyes wide open lies hopein 2 zip by like fly's open

try copein when drowning and ya children choking

its provoking but instead of mopeing try ta swim threw ocean

its a sea of misery cold blooded dwellin where the lizards be

its a beef n im not satified till they physicaly history

rotiesserie gold n no room 4 chicken on twist these road

its fowl blows so dont cross if ya wit r opposed

n da mist i reload..............

dark days.. sparks blaze.. but on the charts i stay

cart treys.. smart ways.. alive cz i never listen to what my heart says...

(yall gotta feel this 1)

n the mist of chains n gangs im tryna change the game

use ta get a pace change from dames but now even they claim they bang

for me it a never be the same, i seen to much

from queens i touched ta greens in dutch doing whateva means a buck

chrome in jeans i tucked attracted teens in lust i ducked

fiends i cut for beans i clutch i rans w teams of nuts

able 2 tell te diffrence between yellow spleens n guts

ate of blocks till my seams would bust

thoughts of crack and my dreams on dust

on my dean never leaned to trust

i defeet deceit con'ed hollow weens i tricked for treats

kept chicks n deep bickered sweet

n slept with knives that pricked my sheets

im an official freak barly talk but my pistol speak

born hustler n if i dont get the bread then my kids dont eat

so my biz on streets makin sure theres no time when my fridge on E

dark days.. sparks blaze.. but on the charts i stay

cart treys.. smart ways.. alive cz i never listen to what my heart says...

Real talk so the fake listen,

im on blockz when the jakes missin

eatin tryna get that cake w/o the bait fishin

where they die young like they hate livin

n they mate strippin walkin the ave with they face hidden

but at least they aint on dates dippin

n crates w/ eights got'em biddin liftin weights in prison

parolle's that did more than sold trees

git home n first thing they do is sip ole E's

swear they bold thieves cz onczes fliped

but when da boys pounce da strip

these same thugs sign statements n start anouncin shit

plots thicken as backs r stabed lies n facts extrav

n fiends that approach u like it cracks for grab

but when chrome bark they all book thruw alleys dark

in da P's its a daniali's parked

dress to inpress like they salairy sharp

but they dont leave da fort cz they death marked

so its scary breaths w/ every step marched.

whispers rip listeners my barz locked like prisoners

fuck what da risk was took chance's like dice blown by strippers

crip'ers turned blood surronded by heated stares n burned mugs

never learned cuz courts ajorned thugs blowin sherm bud

what dey earned was

petty reps easy hoes n chicks that let me sex

but every breath stress carryin heavy tech's

the vest had my chest n gradualy i learned to protect my neck

there detph in the ject deep pro's n loose con's

those w/ jewels on expensive clothes gettin they boost on

n one's w/ barely enough ta eat on a foton

cursed out on innercoms so my youth scorn yet i move on

with punches that 'll leave ya tooth gone

but in streets there no fair ones

old heads holden down turf that appears young

they care none its selfish crews that share guns

victims r the square 1's

screams heard in da night n everbody close they eardrums

dark days.. sparks blaze.. but on the charts i stay

cart treys.. smart ways.. alive cz i never listen to what my heart says...