Lyrics:
a pistol by my side
Dope boy dreams I pray to God I get survived
You know the life we livin' like a fuckin' shoot to die
So always when I thug I keep 'em
Woo, woo, woo
(Geraldo Live on the track) yeah
I don't be slidin' through no blocks, I be slippin' by (skrrt, skrrt)
How you fuckin' the same
Dumb
Still coming in with d coupe
Winning now u can tell by my nike
Shoes
Tell dem mo'fuckers check it
Then I wreck
Banging all the L's
Take off like
fellow
Ah
Get'n high-high in my car mellow
High
Smokin' lala in my car mellow
Smokin' the la, ah
New bitch she high-yellow
Stay over there by Longfellow
where I’m from
I’m living by this gun
I’m dying for my son
I’m dying for my sins
While the wolves from Wall Street
Prey on y’all street
They job is
Feeling like a roller coaster
Drive me cra-zy
Thinking bout you dai-ly
No other la-dy
My ba-by
My ba-by
You know you my shawty
Ain't no need to lie it's
a visit
Talkin' bout "I'm pregnant by some other nigga"
Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit
Need a loan for your home and you're too broke to get
I
Maybe you'd understand me a little better if you were high
Do you like my DJ I-I-I-IQ?
Make no mistake I'm just as high-igh-igh too
If you say
the homicide and you shot the guy?
And when you's 'bout to cry who got you high?
Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
I'll blast the guy that don't pass the lye
like I'm living in a western movie
That's only just begun
And I've got seven shells in my six gun
I'm wilder and bluer and yonderer
Now that you
like I'm living in a western movie
That's only just begun
And I got seven shells in my six gun
I'm wilder and bluer and yonderer
Now that you
Rap niggas all you do is just lie
Matter of fact I hope you die
Uzi out the window, better stand by
I been playing with guns
I was in junior high
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
that's been slimed out, by the team
Ain't got it back in blood
And that's fine by me
It's cool bro, you ain't got
To do nothin' more, we believe you
Brick brick
My nuh homas so they comin' for him
Try down the walmart get a job where he workin
I gun his ass down, why you pushin' fuckin'
Pull up
Shoot wit us..
[Chorus 2X: Royce Da 5'9"]
You gon' need a lot more guns to shoot wit us
A lot more jewels to floss wit us
It's gon' take a lot more
it's sad, so old, where's the control?
Think you prove by how many guns you hold?
Imagine, raised or reduced, out there with battle scars
In the wrong
to lean on them
Disgusted, I snapped myself up, this ain't no fun
I took a girl by the fat girl and smoke my one
High as can be, back on the scene, what do
stepper, you know I'ma gun em' down
Glock got a, shh, you know it won't make a sound
All bout my business, ain't got time to play around
All bout my
You had me strung up by the tail and you put me back
Hang em High
Keep your vows brief
Let em swing
Make em swing till it hurts
And if you still
lyrics, I can barely bear it when I'm lost
Road is narrow, I'm lookin' down it like a gun's barrel
Aren't we all searchin' for the serum that could help
It's on when he touch that cause he can get enough bricks
When I was young he told me not to run, I pop my gun pa
You can ask gun or la la love then aim
nothing to me if you'll be by my side
Yayo, yayo, yayo
And all the dope fiends
Yayo, yayo, yayo
We could get high in Miami, dance the night away
People
could say it is done
Yea
And I'm still on the run
From the sword on my tongue
And I ain't never need a gun
All I did need was love
But you are not God
So
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