Lyrics:
speedin' wit the white and ya see the blue lights
And ya on ya 3rd strike so the judge say life
Okay, tomorrow?ll be a better day
If ya son 14 and his dad
speedin' wit the white and ya see the blue lights
And ya on ya 3rd strike so the judge say life
Okay, tomorrow?ll be a better day
If ya son 14 and his dad
of stabbings, in- alone, better add three slappings (baow, baow, baow)
B better add a next two, and- better add a next one (brr, baow)
Twelve gauge broke had
two, three, four
[rah] grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school
Mama why we live so poor?
Why you cryin? Heard you late night through my bedroom door
Now do you love me mama? Whitey keep on callin' me nigga?
Get my
hate people
And all the bad things that they tend to do
I hate people it’s sad but it’s true
I hate people
One is better than than two
3
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday Nite
Live from New York it's Saturday
world, believe me
Nothin' make a man feel better than a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things that's forever, my lady
life path lets burn down
And get rid of this baby but it just hurts now
So this is my confession
I'm opening the door to all the things that I've been
got no doubts (Nigga how you heard)
Heard it by the word of mouth
One, Two, fuck around and get chopped and screwed
Three, Four we kicking down ya door
[Anon]
I just subtracted 2 doors from four
Life good I’m riding a coupe now
Say
The tables have turned and I’m now I’m not thinking of you
You
would probably never come down (yeah)
With all of the bullshit (all of) and confusion on the ground
I wish that I was high
'Cause I can't live my life
through is the shit we choose to take
If you don't like the life you live, change it now it's yours
Nothing has effects if you don't recognize the cause
we're wrong?
Has our young courage faded?
Shots were fired on the street
By the church where we used to meet
Angel down, angel down
Why do people just
Come chill with me sitting down by the sea
All we need is that beat and that good melody
When life is a bore come and walk through that door
Lay back
hats leaning
Bag full of money and a chick
That's down to ride for him
That's all a brother really needs
In this life of sin
I stepped out the Smart car
Back to the regular life when sun was still so bright we chillin' no fight
Got my homies like side by side we ain't even need a whip we just pull up with
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
sheep by the hour sheaves kneel
While I sleep my fate sealed watch me
I minute more than most can't stop me
Every second gets better
Think I'm finished
bitch down the middle, then we both floatin' 'til tomorrow
I say, I had a dream I told Three
Pray hard, he chose me
AI was sixteen with a hundred Gs
And my life matter
I can't breathe
Yeah we gotta do better yeah
Cause black lives matter yeah
And my life matter yeah
Cause black live matter yeah
And my
Know, there's danger in the lesson learned
Slow down before you crash and burn
These my day-ones I'm surrounded by
So everyone you see me with is
at the Carny grounds
And they getting swallowed by their very own greed
Dark carnival and wicked clowns because we need
Three little piggies to make a piggy
world, believe me
Nothin' make a man feel better than a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things that's forever, my lady
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