Lyrics:
is what you make it
And baby
I'm a Made Nigga
Live it up
Give it up until my grave nigga
Kastro:
Yo life is what you make it
This Thug Life is sacred
coulda made it but I said fuck the clout
Buncha Oscar mother fuckers you's another grouch
This is Augusts very own control the summer now
The best kept
in
And I'm stretching out
Now it's nigga fuck yo couch
Never been a slouch
Could be a grouch
If supplies low
And it a drought
Like u nigga mouth
Cause
is all a gain
My goal is to leave a stain
I would rather buy a house before I purchase a chain
I would rather have A roof then be left out in the rain
get tossed up by strangers
Yo it's the wild life
Where peeps takin' life for keeps
Yo it's the wild life
We all brawlin', fight to eat
know who the fuck I am?
Man, I can't believe this shit
This bitch is tryna gank me
Yo, I will slap you upside your head with nine inches of limp dick
the hundred take it one by one
This is ragga with the inspiration
I can only sing of destruction today
'Cause my people are shedding blood everywhere
life)
Nigga this, nigga that
The actual fact is that I'm black and bound to attract
The attention of another, I mean the other
But I'm a motherfucker
This life is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy
This that Puna Boy Anthem
This the Puna Boy Anthem
I pour to this, ooo fill my cup to this
This
This life is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy
This that Puna Boy Anthem
This the Puna Boy Anthem
I pour to this, ooo fill my cup to this
This
This life is like the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy
This that Puna Boy Anthem
This the Puna Boy Anthem
I pour to this, ooo fill my cup to this
This
in yo lane
I'm on a grind
Look what I become
You ain't built for this
The game ah chew you up
like some gum
I built this life
Brick by brick
I built
gone, faded all I'm seeing is green
Talkin' about my stacks of money too, not just the weed
Trash ass stoners green like Oscar the Grouch
How you talkin'
The pain in my heart is getting dosed by joy (what?)
We have no other boy but to bring the B-boy (uh, uh, uh)
There's nothin' on this earth that can
(shit was dope)
Hey, yo, Eazy! (wassup?)
Hey, man, why don't you come off the piano for a minute
And bust this crazy shit?
Woke up quick at about
help me get out of this/
I feel like it’s a dream it’s a lotta shit/
That need to be rectified, I’m a dog atcho throat so yo neck is mine/
PLAY-AXSHN
Dolarz
I was the first young nigga melting niggas
I gave y'all motivation
So if this ass whooping you taking Is your
Way of showing your token
fucking around
Too many these niggas be hoping I'm down
Too many yo bitches on me going down
She lucky no penny
But she make me proud
We giving
my face and jump to conclusions
I'll pump this EQ, shit is best
I'm using arrest, the reminisce
Skipped on attendance, they guided me nowhere
food that
Is really really trash
I'm just really hungry, this shit is garbage
Live performance of PILOT
I recorded Cherry Bomb in
Random houses
women and children killed by the police and shit
Niggas ain't gon' forget that, you know what I mean?
Yo, what this war just show me is like, whatever you
youyou upset with
You can't feel self worth self love .. when your selfs SHIT
Sometimes you can find yourself by being self less
Your shelf life is your
Thinking of the best way to make my approach
I gotta cool down now, where to coast out
Cause baby wilding, my baby calling me a grouch
I never meant for life
of turning the other cheek, I get dead up in this bitch ass
Cause yo, this shit is real life
I'd rather be piped up in a box than be running from a steel
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