Lyrics:
I'm sick everywhere i go i gotta keep a gun
Keep a stick can't be carried by 6 so the nina come
Off the Wock but i'm talkin bout the guap when i need
doctor said you been taking weed, having huge effects
Live my life, hanging on these drugs, unprotected sex
Used to fear, used to be a puss, till my homies
nights, a lack of sleep, weed hit to sort it out
Trauma sits quite deep below I pray I get it out
Woah, what you do kid?, CeePee switched the beat up
You're
Hatin' niggas tryna shut me
But I get love by my producer
The city I live in shiesty
Damned if a bitch or nigga use me
I read em let a page
Let me gon
lame
Now it's like fuck nigga I gotta daughter and son
Long live Najee he just took one to the lung
He told me if I do it nigga don't you do it for fun
I'm Lord Jedi Waves at sixteen
Yo, Vinnie, blicky, I'm followed by tranquility
My gun cha cha slide like dance floors into sixteens
Shoot your
tell him saddle up
Drinking cause the night been rough
Smoking strong it keep me tough
Really I just smoke because
couldn't live without the drugs
Sad
of elevation
Taken by an alien invasion, they faced it
Do you wanna ride inside of my spaceship?
Shotgun' to ya dome ridin' shotgun
Pedal to the metal with
My parents still annoyed I live high, aim low
Feel the wind blow right out your gazebo
But it isn't Wheel of Fortune when
I'd like to buy an "O" (OOO)
I moved out west for the winter smoking CBD
Need a crib so big that we on MTV
I've been minding my P's and Q's
Yeah I'm just doing me
I get paid by
Spit crack, live rap, while my boy weighed OZ's
Coke? No weed low-key, I drank OE, 'til theres no left, only
Thing got gold left's the tostones
Pops
the gangstas die young and the rats die faster
So, when my shooter spread this MAC
Live shatter 'round, 'round
Like, "Who gives a fuck if Black Lives Matter?"
life
I don't know, on my life
Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap
it's 'cause you're deep (it's 'cause you're deep)
Ooh, I say we struggle
It's hard livin', streets have been unforgivin'
Smoke weed, hold deep
everywhere that I go
You can spark that weed but we don't do no blow
We don't do no blow
I told my brody on me, I'm bout to blow
All this time I put in,
[Woodie]
Enter my danger zone Northern Cali
Yes son from the valley to the bay
The mighty Norte got it sewn
We bout half a mill' people up in these
Premier scratches]
"Boston niggaz don't play.." ".. live and direct son"
"The crew is sayin somethin.." ".. you know the deal"
[Verse Two]
Will them dogs
Denny's and conduct symphonies
You fuckin with me, you won't live to see tomorrow, faggot!
I keep it gangsta, storin bodies in a dusty attic
You can't talk
first blade at nine
By the age of twelve, slap bine, fifteen, beat a court case
I flying it on the strip, that's all day
It's clear mine's different
struggle to get by
Shoot nuns, nothing said
I been rockin' with Kamachi since nine-five
You a pussy
I'm a fuckin' cat that got nine lives
I keep the ratchet
the guns
Turn a nigga to sons, extortin makin the funds
[Mic Geronimo]
Hold the diamondback, release the artist like a quarterback
Or the mack, I caught
scampi pasta
Son’d so many rappers its apparent that I foster
Zoidberg on my plate
Fries by the lobster
One eye open
Get snipped from the saucer
Y’all go
hands a twenty and gets an elephants trunk
Then the giver buys a bottle now he's sat out on the front
His daughter looking after 1 and a half of his sons
loud like them riots
And it's still ghost even if that food quiet
Real rap, cah you ain't gotta tell me
You were raised by pricks
Wouldn't last long like
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