Lyrics:
Forget dying, dying's a myth, I'm going to live, yeah?
Get me in that studio
I work from my heart and soul
And put everything into it
Kid my
popped up (oh, oh)
Yeah, popped up (oh, oh)
We them niggas that gon' tear a nigga block up (send him to the doctor)
He said he wanted smoke with me (oh,
Time for a new wave
See many called but few are chosen
And we chosen to be great
Are you ready to win
I went from sleeping in hells kitchen
To trap
will see
And if I'm ever trippin maybe just let me trip in peace
I'm driving in a single lane
A single mother out here with her kids, trippin every
her kids, trippin every single day
And daddy done been out of state
And we look up to God like when’s it gonna change
I find myself in front of other
As the muscles on the beach
Live an iron life
Back by the beach
The ocean side
That's where I live
Sold my heart to the streets
Where the palmtrees climb up
the soundtrack to the realness right here
Niggas in too deep, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's all real, what, what
Live, nigga what, what, nigga
Uh
Yo, ayy,
chips, explain this
If I have to live all over I do it
Let Barbara have his kids all over watch me
Get it quick, servin' the pump liquor
Spend a little
the guard block and at the shoe shine
Yeah he just got word about his man james dean from queens
Hit a bank and shot a guard in the spleen
With bill blast,
you walk with a shotgun
I got new for you, your days are numbered, son
Why don't you get yourself a job?
When your kid grows up, do you want him to rob?
of your kids
Tryna' talk himself out of it
But he don't wanna hear
What a mess, look at what you niggas did
Dig a hole, bury yourself
By a jump off
Yeah, don't know why all these girls keep competing with you, yeah
Guess they're threatened by you
'Cause I get the best from you
'Cause see we
mixed with new raps
Look at all the niggas that I blew past
Hood by Air, to the durag
Nigga make way for the new jacks
(Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, uh,
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
been cold, they hate the word forgiveness
So I close my eyes, b*tch, I ain't even gonna witness
N*ggas see how I come, so they c*ck block
By the way she
and every single one of you is cold now
My town, thirty-deep, about to fucking roll out
Look alive as I light up the sky
And pump up the twelve-gauge
The Marquees
He lost like a hundred ounces
Jake rushed his houses
Had him on the porch, ass no trousers
This souped up, individual stuck
The new stuff same kid
the new stuff
Same kid cryin' on the stand with Judge Cuffner
Kissed him with odd numbers three to nine style
Before he left he flashin' his face like
to run it
Jump and overcome it
Blossom into something
Bottom bettered
Done it
When lives is lost
RIPs ensue
The vigils are held
And the families mourn
In
Got the guys in the back that'll ride by me
508 block, where you'll find me
Next up in this game, I just might be
Can't be left in the ground, down now
and hang out right in the sports bar
45 minutes to Broadway
Or you can fly to New York bitch, the home of this D-block playa
She like take it off
Do you
I've earned the right to live the good life
Y'all know how long I've been rappin'
We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue
That's the only way we
I've earned the right to live the good life
Y'all know how long I've been rappin'
We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue
That's the only way we
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