Lyrics:
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Sad that the one to betray you
Is who you often trust you lost in lust
Blinded by the light I illuminate (Yeah)
You light cruiser weight
Fifty
the, show the, show
I'm so embellished windy City cigarillo
I'm not god fearing boy, God steer me
Cfello
Sip lemonade by Gucci, the XL tee, yellow
Tell
[Police officer]
We have in Los Angeles cities about 50,000 gang members and 150,000 wannabes
[Conejo]
Live and direct from Planet Los Angeles
Weed,
Packin' snubs, smokin' weed all day bud life
Can't fuck wit it baby
It's the 'unfadable', confrontation with 'I' is consequential
Me and Slush "The
Packin' snubs, smokin' weed all day bud life
Can't fuck wit it baby
It's the 'unfadable', confrontation with 'I' is consequential
Me and Slush "The
Packin' snubs, smokin' weed all day bud life
Can't fuck wit it baby
It's the 'unfadable', confrontation with 'I' is consequential
Me and Slush "The
Packin' snubs, smokin' weed all day bud life
Can't fuck wit it baby
It's the 'unfadable', confrontation with 'I' is consequential
Me and Slush "The
doing real good
But still relive my mistakes
They keep on raising the odds
They raising the Stakes
And i cant even get a crumb
But they eating full
Stevens
ReInvest 25% in stocks and bonds the other 25% in bitcoin trading
Then the last 50% in real estate investments
Money flowin harder than
ain't talkin' facts, what you mean by that?
I don't even stunt with gold
Bro I focus on mine, everything don't last long time
Cuh that's what life is
When
them 30s you know that they killin people
Surrounded by demons
But I’m blessed
So what is the meaning
If you telling me you love me to death
If I told
words together
Hey ma, your son of clever
And you'll be good soon
Son the soil
Got me some American spoil
My skill is real
I dreamed a dream like I
don't be cuffing
Want these real problems I can put it to your tummy
50 clips let em rip we ain't playin pub g
Baby going crazy cause I put it in her
fluid
Please, oh, please don’t die tryin’, on the real
All alone, stalks and the shottas are unjudgemental
It ain’t too far, right by the M up where they
Blessed to be here I thank God for every day
Overcome, pROLLY never see minimum wage
Modern day slave, but I got the new jays
Du-Rag like im 50 shit im
til we headin out the spot
Treat the money like confetti
Throw it til your bag is heavy
When it's time for me to go y'all ain't gone wanna let me
hate, but it’s okay I got a new route
Cash or clout, yeah
You gon' choose clout
Cus I know you is
But I’m gon' mind my biz
You know that my heart so gone,
50K cus the tongue, game litty Pardon that bitch that’s, fiffty stacks
Girl hand it over mean I grab and dash, got clientele on the waiting line
Gotta
to welcome y'all
Man Ah
That's Arena Music
Loving how I do it
That's Arena Music, Music
This is that real cold shit
That... ain't nobody winning by field goal
play
When we place the blame
Yo we ain't fit, for each other i'm a dick
All i wanna do is work on a verse i'm addicted
You're a bitch always second
I was a youngling
Runnin' on fuel of dreams
Achieve it by any means
Life's too short to not make any cream
Capone
In my past life
Locked up in
in your twenties
get real sentimental in your thirties
get awful mean in your forties
get even better in your fifties
then you better find somethin'
I keep it realer than most
You know I'm feeling it
My style is too legitimate to hit em with
You know how I be killing it so let me switch it
Niggas
uncle in the system
Real niggas with convictions
Played they role no snitchin
This lifestyle needs commitment
Got fucked by the jurisdiction
No parole
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