Lyrics:
If I'm dead
Then I'm dead by the roadside
If I'm dead, then I'm buried
By the roadside If Ion die by a car crush
Then I'm dead by December 21
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
New clues in the search of gunmen
Wanted for a shooting that ended in a crush
Which a 21 year old man was killed
Tonight police holds this pictures
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun
smiling just to hide my pain
Fuck these rappers, we're not the same
Picture perfect with a golden frame
When I pass by bitches go insane
Lately I'm feeling
the alternative is to die[01:49.53]Now surrounded by lines, What a picture,[01:51.70]Maybe take one dancin' on my grave and then tell it for a million
they still get embraced by everybody
Pussy niggas (pussy niggas)
That's what the world love (world)
It's hurtful, that's what the girl I used to love
My homie Gonzalez only know gun violence
On the corner, where they probably on they 21 Savage
Catch two in your cabbage young Cesar Chavez
Revision
way[00:25.41](Scetti)[00:26.21]From where them guns get the clapping[00:28.42]Niggas is trapping tryna make it out rapping[00:31.17]Never know it can happen[00:32.88]Can't get caught
in a taxi cab
And I still got grams in a plastic bag
Put the gun, brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey
Bitch, I'm not a human being,
I am back with a new gun
For destroy all the real trash
Don't get up, just sit down
I'm here for clear your mind
Everyone loves you babe
Anyone see
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I showed him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it
A hour just
All these niggas think they're thuggin', thinkin' that this shit's a fun
Out here postin' on their IG stories, pictures of their gun
Nigga, we ain't
Saying we're not done but now here we are
You wanted to remember moments by taking a mental picture
But then you'd go away a while and drink into amnesia
geekin on sum street shit with my gun
Arguing and leaving too much she must ain’t the one
Now she got me seeing too much
Blinded by her love
And she stayed
I just need a bad bitch
Ion really need no label
I'm 21 live Savage
So it ain't no place I can't go
And I ball like Magic
But she balling out like
for fifty
Paparazzi snappin' pictures, everybody lookin'
Gold bottles everywhere, this is a motion movie
Fuck work, bitch said it's goin' up
shooting and laughing
My ratchet blast on top of you bastards
Committing sins in Cincinnati
We'll drive by in all black caddy's
A 21 gun salute
Your
to kill a minority,
but muthafucka mad, 'cause I ain't the one for a punk muthafucka
with a badge and a gun to be beatin' on and thrown in jail. But we
can
stable
I was 20 when they tried to spin a fable
That my homie and me had a gun in our jeans
It was a camera, taking a couple pictures from the bannister
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
side LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it see known,
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