Lyrics:
off the leash It’s forever fuck police
Want me slow it down Ima speed it up
In that pussy ya Ima beat it up
Splitting lanes Cuz A nigga ina hurry
save us we live in the city of sin but we call it Lost Wages
Plotting on greatness trying to dodge the police cause they put you in cages
Honestly I am
No milk today my love is gone away
The bottle stands forlorn a symbol of the dawn
No milk today it seems a common sight
But people passing by
No milk today my love is gone away
The bottle stands forlorn a symbol of the dawn
No milk today it seems a common sight
But people passing by
Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel
In the stash house owned by El Patrón
Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones
Big banks in Sweden,
hands while i clap her ass
Bottle pop pussy pop DAMN amazinG shit
Bullets hit you live live rounds I'm in a boxinG rinG
TrippinG about a bitch Abt a bitch
brother
And pull him over as well
Keep our heads high and our noses wide open
Hopin' for that new day smell
Love live life (come on)
Pop a bottle
bullets and the police at the same time hold on , hold on
Will my mother forgive me for being wild as a child
By the age of 13 i was married to the street
on and on
And the people had enough, cause knowledge is half the battle man
Defund the police, black lives matter man
Cause that's the bottom line it come down to
Not just
My fedora's full of rain
I resemble Sam Spade
Even though I try in vain
This city can't be saved
Reminiscing of a Roosevelt
Policing the police
When
in CA
To live and die in CA
Do you know what it takes
To live and die in CA
To live and die in CA
We pray everyday
To live and die in CA
To live
back to the bottle. I swore id never go back again
You can tell by the wobble, I put up these walls and they're cavin in
I'm an addict, falling back
Bitch, yeah, ha
Compton most wanted
Haunted by the ghost of the dead
Climbing out the casket
With a bullet in the head
All blue, all red, smothers
areas and times in our life
But my time as a young boy growing up with my family, reinforced by vast wealth
Indulgence, and excessive comfort
The Bakunawa
Here´s another bottom of this
Refrain:
Empty bottle where is the message
I used to have it somewhere and lost it
Back in the cage, man with the moustache
police in our hoods
Need some more niggas policing the hood
But not with a badge, I’m talking ‘bout Blacks that know us
Our traumas, our dramas, our mamas,
is different gas
When you paying 60 cash
And we do that by the oz we touching different bags
While you watching ya favorite show
You might hear this in
be dirtier than mud
I want to live like I'm insane
Give love another chance
Believe I won't end up in pain
Said I've been working on my chest
Pushing
A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I, face
chores or working hard for SAT scores so
I was sent as a letter in a bigger message
Composed by babies that were brought across the North Atlantic
Dear
A bottle of whites, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I, face
Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel
In the stash house owned by El Patrón
Big friends in high places, always flyin' outta zones
Big banks in Sweden,
to fail
Grew up in the hood polices will take you to jail
Get locked in the system no way to come up with the bail
Got caught trying to live your life, they
of September
I don't think you wanna catch my case
Man, if you do so much as test me
Then it's bound to get ugly
When police gettin up all in my face
So
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