Lyrics:
Dead on arrival
Grab a ray gun and a perc for survival
Slide or get slid on first by the rivals
Live by the rifle
Die by the rifle
We higher than
to E.J I had to go get me some new frames
Cause these diamonds be hitting like sun rays
that's right fasho fasho
You might see me out with a new thing but
loves you
Until she gets bought
You say that you're real
I can tell that you're not
By the choices you make
And the things that you got
Well not
Yea, that's my people's right there man
With blood over there? Yea, that's my people
Guns over there? Yea, that's my people
Every time they pass me
my name once Ima bust this clip niggas stay be asking for it they don't want that shit that's on me that's on bloods half you niggas don't want it only
down the middle
Roll em up an twist
No Shaq Oneal
Im neva shootin to miss
Im more like a Ray Allen
I be clutch in this b**ch
So many people wanna know
No Ceilings 3
I'm on your block with money on top
Black Lives Matter, what's up with these cops?
I'm spittin' this fire, I do not aspire
Just
You claim if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment
Shoot the bailiff, karate kick the plaintiff
give me neck
Silicone wet, my diamond stay wet
My baby she staying too wet
I just got a check, yea
I bought me a jet
Got me a new piece I flood with
burn
Burn baby burn, burn baby burn
Tossin' turnin', fightin' to awake
I woke up with a scream, strapped to the stake
Blood drippin' like rain,
bought with a price
My debt's been paid in full, nailed to the cross
I owe no more
I've been washed by the blood of the Lamb
I've been washed white as snow
We live by that cash talk
I'm riding in Nascar baby
I'm tearing up that asphalt
They know not to play with us, baby
We strapped like the Blackhawks
our hearts with shame
Let our blood in vain, you find God in pain
And if, by his own hand, his spirit flies
Take his body as a relic to be canonized
the strength
With the traps that I laid, Ray (Could've) passed for an agent but
Ahead's where I'm stayin to last till my day ends
The demons are waiting
But
skrrt)
Pull up in a foreign with a eater (eater)
She know I keep me in freezer (freezer)
Model, I keep me a diva (woo)
Bought me a Bentley, I didn't
Yeah
I'm in the backseat, window rolled down
Watching life go by, no telling how it's gonna turn out
I was only 15 with a major league dream
But
and never ran from the cops,
So I stand on this rock with a Zen mentality,
And we drift this bitch 'til we bend reality.
My blood bangs when I handle
I went a hundred miles ahead
Climbed mountains
I was fed with rotten bread
Watered with rains
I have sore feet into blood
I started to starve
But
of glory? short ending with a long story
Maybe we want too much and program but
The city do not give a fuck, a blood oath
One for the saints, one for my
with the armies poised to clash, and with dusk painting the sky a deep crimson exceeded in its vibrancy only by that bloody rubicund hue which stained
possessing our human form
We live life searching for greatness since the day we was born
And as we bow our heads at night rich wealthy or poor with dislikes
possessing our human form,
We live life searching for greatness since the day we was born
And as we bow our heads at night rich wealthy or poor with dislikes
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
with the Stones
Once He even opened up a three-way package
In Southern California for old George Jones
[Chorus]
The years went by like sweet
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