Lyrics:
to heaven
So my homies get the message
There's so much I need to tell em'
I got questions that I can't get
cnswered speaking wit' the reverend
Like,
when you see 'em they
Ain't talking about shit (Westside)
They must be so so crazy
Bitch, I'll beat your boy bad
Standin' in the midst of my comrades
where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down
Tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit
.357 send you to heaven, knock out your brain
nigga queen pin
Gotta tell dat boy watch ya Bak he ain't ya brother den
Lot of consequences repercussion I can't fw dem
Was on my dick na wen I shoot
Water, jar, coke, soda
Fire, pot, stir, slower
Ice, fluff, whip, boulder
Dry, cut, bag, over!
Don't tell me that it's ?
Baby boy, you on the grind,
paper up
They say boy you is insane cuz you dont hang wit us Cuz it be hard to trust
Leave em in the dust
Vroom vroom vroom
She’ll come if the rich man in
are
Ima make it gotta be patient uh
Can't wait to tell my momma that I made it uh uhh
If I shoot they might call 12
Brotha by them barbed wires he
And I got a contract to kill a scrawny little bitch (what)
I tell my bitch go fuck that ho
He so fucking cool (yeah)
And when she go
She crush that ho
know
Fuck wit' me (Aye!)
Fuck wit' me (Aye!)
Fuck wit' me (Aye!)
Fuck wit' me (Aye!)
Boy you ain't no goal for me
You not in my pedigree
So I
forreal?
Why the fuck would you try my gang? Drive by aim
That nigga walkin' we ride by lames
Boy I'mma find where your grandma stay
Play no games but we
So tell them niggas why They gotta fuck wit us
Boomin
Look at Myself I'm improving
Look at my wealth it's improving
I hit the block and It's moving
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
those who don't know my name, know my name
They call me Mike Jones and I blew up quick, Ice Age the name you can't tell by the wrists?
I sit on buck in
the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin
the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin
i'm sayin this shit i'm stating
cin't nothin i'm playin wit
You thank that i'm playin bitch
I better see plans switch
Or my G's gone let em squeeze
cnd
Mama use to tell me
My mama use to tell me
Mama use to say get off yo ass
And on yo shit
But before you leave my house young boy
You better grab yo
you said you love him
You ain't sly (Pussy)
Boy you in disguise rats I despise
If you tell 'em what you saw we
Gon' shoot you in your eyes
Gave my bro
My little sister's outside
Playin' patty cake (patty cake)
My momma's in the kitchen (kitchen)
Wit' the Shake 'n Bake
Magoo got
got wise by hard livin'
I sleep all day, smoke haze, manage` women
I spit these hard rhythms, it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy alone, can't
I tell em be modest (Yo I try to be modest)
I tell em be modest (Man I tell em be modest)
But they like "Fuck that. Been getting my dollas
Bitch I'm
sloppy
Get even wit haters for what
What's destined for me they can't touch
I'm custom made like a LUT
This didn't happen by luck
It's all for my Father
side
Tell me to kill'em 'cause he deserve no mercy
Follow my bad side and put a feelin through healin
Any motherfucker seekin his business relentless
get no allowance them Dollas was pallin
They say I was wilding like cannon wit me
He want some clout so I gave em a feat
She wanna fuck make her get
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