Lyrics:
and trust me, things, they fell apart
Wash myself with acid, it's because I got a denim heart
My conscious so weak, I need to split it up in seven parts
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify n- by they cars
So I switch up whips
government cheese
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify niggas by they cars
So
government cheese
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify niggas by they cars
So
back like a big rack
Mac 10 by my side
Man, I can't forget that
Check this (Check this!)
Hol' up
Check that (Check that)
Mac 10, check it off my
When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack
the waterfront
That was two long years ago, oh the time, where does it go
There was some connection such expression in your smile
And i saw you around once in
tries in vain not to drown
Fallen
Maid of earth wind of fire
By the hands of your lies
Wiseman looks up from his cold crystal ball
While he cries Utopia
at heavens gates
Back up on my shit
No remorse
Time to fuck it up
Intercourse
Drop on the spot
We take it by force
We steady goin up
Well of course
Make big
sobriety
Chalk it up to the eye in me
It's just
Different when I spit it man
I'm Young Santiago
From Houston, Texas
Boys never quit
From the South
Heaven
And bright stars dimmed down
By they surroundings like dishes
Young lit and Wiseman
I should play for the pistons
I had to blaze my own path
Take more than
Lester: Here's a little number right here now that
ah Marny and me'd like to try to do for ya.
It's one that, ah, Mac Wiseman and myself recorded
on my Mac mane
The crack game ain't shit
Niggas trippin' in this rap game, bury me a G
I ain't got time for bitches
Gotta keep my mind on my
ain't trill, y'all niggaz ain't trill
When it's time to ride
Jeezy the first one to grab the steel, grab the steel
Y'all niggaz some hoes, y'all niggaz
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
survival times
Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm
a European watch
On a different time
I used to run around with a MAC-10
Back when I was 20 years old
That was back then (30)
30 clip in the 40, move yayo like
baby can we talk
We hit it off well, as far as I can tell
Is this love or deception from your sweet smell
Keep me in heaven, cause I swear I done seen
feels like a waste of time
I've never felt better
When lost in your presence
And I won't forget ya
My Heaven, Heaven, Heaven
Never had a lover
who, who knew we'd make it out alive
Living in the presents hard when too many stressors
Pile up like a child’s letters scrapped to heaven
If only I
guy in a frame, but, you know, eternal Father on the throne
We want to stress the preeminence of Christ Jesus the God-Man
It's been said that "You
(grind, grind, grind) in the dirt
I used to cry 'til it hurt
(Oh-oh, no)
I would look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come (time, time, time
I threw the clips in the Mac
Start lettin' off frustration
It's better than incarceration any day
We gonn' die anyway
So if I go out blastin', call it
him
You can run and hide, but in
A matter of time, oh, i'll get him
And the first sight of him
I'll put that light on him
And every red dot is gon'
Turn
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