Lyrics:
Fuck that (brrt), I'm shootin' first, ain't no way he gon' bust back (brrt)
Walk in the club, got this bitch by my nutsack
You reach for my chain,
ice yah, yah, yah (Straight up)
This the life (Skrrt)
I'm feeling nice yah (Feeling nice)
City lights (Lit up) (Pump it up, pump it up)
They get me
Go and get it
I'm puffin on this then i pass it to some of my niggas (Some of my niggas)
Yeahh we lit
I'm grateful to god that i'm rolling with this
With some weed and some vice, on the street by the lights
This some real Miami shit like DJ Entice, you wanna go tough guy
Please lord I need some advice
with the love that we live by
A lost memory, a legacy, it's a thin line
The keys to this kingdom, we're leavin' to our sons
You're printin' a legacy,
to the game
I live for the chase man fuck all of the fame
Oh me, oh my
We been up gettin’ high
Send the addy, we came, came and caught a vibe
Cus we up, lit
Gots to stay lit
Leanin off to one side
Left the pavement
In orbit oh god I can fly
I won't waste it
In order for me to survive
I gotts to take it
Now I be rocking Gucci/Dior
Now my Ice dripping down to the floor
And my whole family all live up by the shore
This passion for music come from
jitter when I do bare minimum
Tryna work it out, but I go all cynical
Tryna live my dream, but this ain't cinema
Fuck my life, I'm filled with venom, I
Wishing for them live shows
Where everyone inside knows
This is how the mind, soul, body reconnect
Much respect to the crews who break a neck
I'm only 5'4
on Bleecker Street
I went in to see her as a kind of joke
And she lit a candle for my love luck
And eighteen bucks went up in smoke
Sharon, I left my man
down on Bleecker Street
I went in to see her as a kind of joke
And she lit a candle for my love luck
And eighteen bucks went up in smoke
Sharon, I
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
had to change up for my family and my life
Still these people diss, I'll only tell them one more time
You work a 9 to 5, baby I'm to lit to go & chill
to
We get lit when if we want too
We turn up when if we want too
This is my party
She can twerk if she want to
Yea we gettin fucked up
We grown we
their hearts, there are some parts
Sharing their loneliness
Whoa-oh-oh
Shake and define, there is no line
This is one hell of a mess
Whoa-oh-oh
Live for
by my side when I slide to events
Tell em play my theme song, get me hype like this
You could never live a life like this
Outside with a ten, every
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
Everyday I get bent yo so i can get by
I'm moanin' on and on kickin' lits from beyond, planet budtron
Bso stay on
Kottonmouth Kings got them dope tracks
1605
darkness deep as hell!
(He rounds on her, bitterly)
Why, you ask was I bound and chained
In this cold and dismal place? Not for any
Mortal sin, but
digress, I can't live in this contagion
I spread into incisions on occasion
Heavily stricken, witness visions
Omens wall-to-wall followed by a loss of any
couldn't live with this, them man are likkle man
Dem mans a likkle fish
I'm kinda oceanic
Did you get my drift?
Dem on a dep, dep, dep, goose
Struttin'
heat cos the track overdone, uh
Radio drop the bomb on this one, whoo
If you from Miami, drop the bomb on it
From Louisville, drop the bomb on it
thinkin this was made to be–
Homicide still abides for the older me–
Back track to tracks with the coldest beat
Real spitter
Heavy hitter
Waiting to be
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