Lyrics:
Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker
Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker
Some how we gotta get up out this motherfucker
Some
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
Pistol shoot, ring alarm
Preacher going sing a song, chant a song rappa pom
Big up Junior Gong
Welcome to bucktown
Get fucked by right or wrong, our
gotta go
I got 21 ounces of blow, blow, blow
People watch me like Match of the Day
I've got a stack of weed like a bale of Hay
I drive my Capri
at
Violating get you one in your throat
Still dating your heat, but me and my guns elope
When I die burry me with the totes
In case I run into a lil bit
the gun die by the gun
Ya kinda had that coming
He was born with drugs up in his veins
Because his momma was addicted to cocaine
A beast on the court
It's goin' down. Yo the girl got a gun,
Best run. Because she's quick to flip and empty out the clip,
And make a man understand where she's comin'
to the trap, I gotta get him off
Clutchin' on a gun, but he can't fight, these niggas really soft
Stackin' money, take care of the family, got that shit from
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
spent I gotta reflect cause I can't get it back
Blinded by the misconception
Sounded real but it's not
They think it happened overnight
Not 21 it took
drip get the bands wet
Hop up out my whip, I spend that shit and get it right back
21 and savage on these niggas, they don't like that
Goyard on my
gotta be
Hoping that my love for you
Won't make you get tired of me
If I'm roped up by the jakes
And locked for life is you behind me
Locked up in that
Shit can get wicked for the love of a dollar
Envy and greed always be the problem
That L Was A Lesson Learned Gotta move smarter
Wont let it
I just turned 21, I'm tryna have some fun
Treat me like a loaded gun
I just turned 21, I'm tryna have some fun
Treat me like a loaded gun
Cus' I
about shit
And fuck anyone who never thought
I would ever see 21, 21, 21, 21
Happy as hell not cuz I can get legally drunk
Because I never became
nothing but gun play Its 187 on a motherfucking hook niggas out of bounds should have shook we banging by the book got shot in the neck trying to get away
from a gunshot wound in the U.S.
A million violent gun crimes are committed
By eighteen to twenty year olds
With homicide being the leading cause
Uh[00:20.86]Sit and listen to a proficient rappin ass nigga[00:23.47]Could compare these cold flows to Midi pads and Dilla[00:26.43]Two guns up it's
known as a thug and thief
So anyone with beef
I gotta slug to sleep
Peep, I'm not no nigga
Figure he can come up
By getting a job, so I mob
Not
bankroll long, it's like stocks how it rise (straight up)
Boss man, 'bout my business, what I be (21)
I won't get no sleep until I touch a beat (On God)
with your life they'll take your only one
And for my safety I got niggas totin loaded guns
Cuz these days the street sayin I'm lucky I reached 21
These
By the ghetto
Was taught young to pop the medal
That's how shit get settled
Learn to cook up the coke
Never leave home without toast
Learn to fly
whoa
VVS' on me, bling
Badaboom, badabing, 21
Marsh hit, seen the hit shoot up your car shit
Put the blue tips in that cartridge, 21
We put them
what I’ve done
Man I’m still young, living life by the gun
Bitch I rep that 661
I could give a shit about where you from
Know that you mad cause I gotta
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