k 2 the day

k to the day
reversed in da logo cuz
our lives wasted away
bud-duh stay smokin bud
wasted all day
off well known miami cryp
as a jitterbug
i was on my way
to dat blue flag click
but i walked out with a couple older souljahs
when they was rushed by red and da faction threw no shouldahs
dey just watched
at 15 i handled glocks
time n time again until the beef stopped
and tupac he used to sang to me
had me feelin thuglife was the gang for me
so i just flossed wit parkhill
tossed my gold grill
dressed like a prep
on the corner where i dealed
threw my set in every battle i was billed
so many black eyes teach ax me if my parents beat me still
i train vale tudo, brazilian style ufc
my brain transfixed on pudo, cash millions, and cappin p's
from an ozer to a Q to a P of weed
to and O of some blow, jackin a tripple beam
from highschool class, rob a back pack
AP students stupid where they stash cash at
i was a bad kid but raised the right way
karma krept up eventho i never sold boofaley
or yae to those in my inner circle
when my fam smoked crack i violated dem till face was purple
but now im smarter and stronger as well
Dade County Jail be the bottom of hell
TGK institution is like a 4 star hotel
but they got dem same boloney samiches
and jungle juice
Ringin any bells?
blackeyed peas, mystery meat called salisbury steak
but, god dam, institution bread puddin got some taste
my homeboy got checkers needled into his arm
in bradington sayin k-hole so he fam till he gone
but whateva timbo i might rambling too much
but keep me informed on ur standin n keep in touch

charli bud-duh
el jefe de khole
ceo ecks-O-dust industries