Lyrics:
the sandbox niggaz with big glocks
Late night, movin' that junk, like Redd Foxx
Now, you don't want nothin' about me (nah)
You pussy, nigga come fuck with
Gun on my waist, blunt in hand
I'm on chase but I got demands like hoes by the boatload
I got this game in a chokehold
Niggas on the run when I empty
can’t leave the game like I’m Vince and I love the rush
You was living out yo momma house when you was 21
I was renting out these bitches houses tryna
the trap" (it's ya boy Yo Gotti)
I have wet dreams 'bout my kitchen, I got trust issues with my bitches
Every gun inside my city, it got switches, I'm not
niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get it, but nigga I'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga don't try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
Hola-Hola, Soco, you Poco, be humble (Be humble)
Welco- Welcome to The Sc-Sco-Scotty's kingdom (Yeah)
Choco- Chocolata move on 'em by random (Yeaah)
It's time
by witless unmasked thugs
We're done with 2020, and with 21
Gimme a shot, gimme a shot
Open up the world again
Gimme a shot, gimme a shot, why don't
the same jit, I just growed up
But, now they need me, call me Derrick, how I rose up
Yeah, now they see me, I'ma JIT right by the beach
I don't fuck with
[Xzibit]
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, we keep it bouncin like this
Yeah, huh, we keep it movin like
Listen, listen, look..
The most wanted man in America, I
as drawings
Was it worth it for you to be king when the thrill is gone
CHORUS X2
‘21 Grams’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson
VERSE 1
I wonder what
Eulogy say when you die young: "A spirited chimp but you're quite dumb
Turned into old man at 21, wrote up a note and he bought a gun
Two weeks passed
the thugs, yea we be movin' militant
Bussin' kadas and dracos just for the thrill of it
Aint no leavin' by my lonely yea I keep it tucked
Haven't seen this
It looks like you lost another one
Tell me to slow down I'm movin' way too fast
I'm on a roll now countin' up too much cash
Askin' God now how long
the impression
Everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin'
It's hot, flows provin' I pack 'cause my dough's movin'
My whole crew up in this
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
of the question, stop the guessin
it's hot, flows provin I pack cause my dough's movin
My whole crew up in this muh'fucker
We spray corners, stand there like you got
daddy (sponsor)
It can be a fucking homicide, it can even be a suicide
I'ma kill a nigga by a gun, or even by a fucking knife
Nikiwa show man I'm killin'
(Life's difficult, death's easy
LOX, nigga, M-O-B-B, what?)
100 shots to the fuckboys, 21 salute to the real Gs
Live by the code, if I couldn't do that
They told me they gon' get me if
They do it's by a long shot
But we gon' keep sendin' shots up
Until my heart stops
Know they wanna see me dead
Surrounded by shooters I feel like the Nets
Got 3 hoes all on me I’m feeling like Press
Pasto beating my chest like Jett
Fuck it I’m tryna catch flights on jet
the rank
I don't care if you know frank
All your talking is poppycock
It's all insured by Plymouth Rock
I'm spitting hit and runs
Ask ghost I got a Tommy gun
(on the track boy)
I've been feelin' like I'm stranded
I'm standin' alone by myself
Now I've been talkin' to
Myself, feelin' blocked, uh
And I don't
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