Lyrics:
time I ask for ten
That shit was never for a ride
Was only trying to get high
Like why you acting surprised
Was only trying to get by the trap
So I
the block wit me, G**** on me
Shop with me properly
I'll get ya high as astrology
Slide on ya hood no apologies
Switch on the blicky its pretty like Ricky
n a Hurst
I aint care im running routes
Catching plays
A Decade had passed since we first met
Death appears wonderin if im done yet
Says I need
And I'm better now than I was
When you saw that 22 year old undeveloped kid running from Sonny Liston
I'm experienced now, trust me
Eyo, bu Rot'
came from the dirt, still muddy from the laps
Running circles round the game, fuck a break, can't relax
It's a shame that they lame, got no paper so I
brothers now
G from thirty third
Know what's the word
I saw the sweat rushing fear jumping
Bit the curb
No pleasant greetings
I slaughter heathen
It's murder
(trenches)
Trying to keep me down, then I'm at your Fifty (pow, pow pow)
Man of the house I had to make some tough decisions (on god)
Running to the bag bitch
turned 31 I can't deny the pressure
Even at my best I know that I can do better
Running out of time but how the hell can you measure
Your life
Lately I
before cable
you impressed by that benz baby be more tasteful
stand up!
stand up!
stand up!
stand up!
stand up!
stand up!
stand up for your life
stand up
went thru a process
Did my detox, elevated the mindset
The more I search for real it’s revealed that I’ll find less
Talking sheet rock infiltrated by
glass windows
Are fragile from the cold
Witness a scene
Inside's an image
A solemn-less dream
But in my mind
All you gon' find is the grief
Lil' G, really
the block wit me, G**** on me
Shop with me properly
I'll get ya high as astrology
Slide on ya hood no apologies
Switch on the blicky its pretty like Ricky
down,
I’m fully I’m focused now,
I didn’t get here by accident,
Took a lot of hard work, dedication and time management,
It’s like being in the gym you
lope
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda g that little homie's wanna be like
On my knees in the night
Saying prayers in
and hooks you spike tight like a book minder
coming from the x-files h-friers
and its been going on for a while
running like snot but it sticks like honey
someoneâ¬"s bound to die
And it wonâ¬"t be me cause only oneâ¬"s claimin my life is g-o-d
[Chorus x2]
You ever thought of suicide,
you ever thought of suicide,
poverty and no more dying
Nigga get your life right, by living your life right
Cause going against the grain, gains prison in your life right
One hundred
the Rosewood
With Singleton, we stop a flow good
Whippleton killer top biller for G's, Non Phixion sleepers with jeans
Never fall asleep, lace Pall Mall, a final
As they croak I see myself in the pistal smoke fool
I'm the kinda G that little homies want to be like
On my knees in the night, saying prayers in
going to the movies
My best friend said he saw you
But you were not with me
Now I don't want no explanations
Don't give me no excuse
Girl I'm running
turn it backwards that becomes p o t,
nothing but primo trees,
so high its like im in the nose bleeds,
i could reach out and touch g o d,
lemme roll one
Woo
Yeah
Huh
Stepped out the crib looking ridiculous
Like fuck it fuck it forget it then I’m coming
I'm running cut me for everything yeah
You
My young G held a rush
He said 'Fuck that I ain't running'
He came back with that suttin
He came back then he bow
Then went Tickle Me like it's
Just a no show keeping some sound at bay
Running out of sand now
Gett g burned, maintaining an even string
Should have let the fireworks fade
Sure
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