Lyrics:
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
right by the 199
Pull out the stick if you 'bout that life
Seen niggas from the Four be toting that iron
Run down, catch a nigga by sundown
that flashlight on my ass, where was you at
Last night when them assholes ran up on my grass?
Rapper slash actor, kiss the crack of my cracker slash
When I was in the 3rd grade
I thought that I was black
Cause I couldn't swim
Destined for a life of fly
Clothes and golden rims
Told my mom the news
I've been chasin' the big wheels
All over Nashville
Waitin' for my big break to come
Livin' on ketchup soup, homemade
Crackers and Kool Aid
I'll
the right pair
But shit be gettin' worser by the second, I'm guessin'
Put a smile up on my face 'cause life is all 'bout perception
Tell my niggas that I'm
feeling this, can't even hide
Tell me, my nigga, you ready to ride
Good, cuz I'm going outside
I'm going outside
Cuz the air in here is heavy, can't
life unravels
You should've moved right
I showed y'all the arrow
Bang bang goes my street banger
I'm the deal cracker
Starting to feel like Pun's back
high, strung, thug nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane, give a fuck 'bout the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass, so
whole life thinkin' out the box
Boxin' homies three-on-one, got DP'ed but I ain't drop
Chirp on me, here I come, brrt, spin around the block
They
Traded in our fears of a white god in exchange for eternal pride
This Kalashnikov kill crackers
Banana mags, send his ass back to the Caucasus mountains
waiting for the good life good life
I’m still waiting for the good life good life
just waiting for the good life good life
Bill’s a good citizen he
this prejudice has got to go
Life is moving fast it need to slow down
Come and see me when I am in yo town
Practice what we preach before it go down
to the good life
We toast to the good life
Yeah, grind hard but they know that
You can tell by how the streets talk
I got footprints that's all over this bitch
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
that bitch nigga lose it
Man, I'm as strong as this game
Ya'll be knowin' my name
A young high strung thug
Nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in
abused
Her, tried to break her in
Half scarred and hurt
But she refused to be held back by her
Past and you ruined her life when
You raped her that night…
one
Your life has to go on
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Smoke good, drink good. Eat good, life's good
Smoke good, drink good. Eat good, life's
that flashlight on my ass, where was you at
Last night when them assholes ran up on my grass?
Rapper slash actor, kiss the crack of my cracker slash
at by my honey
Things was gettin' worse
Things was gettin' worse
Things was gettin' worse
Things was gettin' worse
We gonna have a good life
We gonna
a good life
Reminiscin' how we took boy good life
You act right, I might put you on a good flight
It's a good night (gang, gang, gang, woo-hoo)
In L.A.
the weed spot, pounds of purp, bowl of cereal
Cartoons is on, my favorite shit is The Smurfs
Now I don't slip when I'm down in the dirt,
cause by this
nigga I done came home
Went to prison twice thats two wrongs now um just trying to make a right
But everything them crackers took from me I swear to God
It seems like a good time for a drink
And a cold calculated speech with sinister overtones
A speech about politics
About order
Brotherhood
Power
But
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