Lyrics:
at that
because we’re living on the front line affected by gun crime
we're standing strong we’ve been struggling a long time
How we gonna make it out
close yeah
We still got our play days
Vacay by a coast ya
My broski yelling mayday
I'll pull up with that toaster
Im gon be there ain't gotta worry bout
trollin' something like if I was treyway
I'm treating every song like it's giving me a payday
Murder on my mind with these beats they say mayday
Yellow boys
been running
For the fear of my life
You come back
Break my heart every time
I don't know the last time I missed you
I just hope I wasn't the issue
I'm
But im right here its right now got the kinz by my side now
Its my life its my style pack it in or I while out
Slide in then fly about my rules and my
fool
I ? ? ? ? ? videos doin shows representing my tru tattoos
I've been a tank dog first family member since day one
P was the only nigga rapping
I
dying slowly
Feel like my soul is leaving
My soul is leaving my body
Life ain't funny anymore I'm crying and I'm dying
R.I.P to my grandma
R.I.P to my
the Reverend Doctor Shipon
I've helped people my whole life
I was a journalist, then a civil servant, then a sike-ologist
I've been a director of sike-ology,
on E (E)
Some niggas bang the C, some niggas bangin' the P (P)
I'm really in the streets you other niggas is weak
On my mama and the hood, fuck around
don't know
I'm bout to show, bout to show
Yeah
Okay, okay
Forever dazed
Blowin' on the purple haze
I earn my wings by my ways
I'm gon' earn my wings so
buried alive by desire and their selfishness
Don't worry, I won't play like them
I can't be a capital dog in my life
The lyrics I wrote are so thick
where the wind don't die
We even try to bake the cake or pie
????, bust on by for my niggas incarcerated
Where you gotta do life or get your
party)
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my
party)
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my
party)
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my
to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, niggas dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out here
Them niggas wearin' all that red
You make me jealous
(Camry , you killed it )
never in your life because I'm still good, niggas know my body,
I'm smiling I'm happy
(Ay boss,
Gon off dolja, a No Limit soldier
Got love for killas and dealas and I told ya
But my homegirl is hella hard
Nigga, Master P, Silkk, Mia X, livin
Intro:
I'm winning
I'm winning-winning for life
So bring it
Bring my bring my medal right now
Verse 1:
Twenty four seven three sixty five days in
gonna be sliding by
but hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high
cause it feels so good
[Chorus]
It feels so good how we kick it in
the VIP lounge
It's a young boy fresh P Star life
Seven zero three, yeah Star life
Me and my niggas we dey chop life
Top notch models on my bed side
touched by the pair
Runnin they mouth with only one to the ground
I blow my shit cause I can back it up
Fuck poppin the trunk
Let's throw some hands up
Now
Fuck around and catch a fee
R-I-P, R-I-P
R-I-P to the vros, the ones who not here no more
I am sorry if i went ghost
I had go on my own
R-I-P to the most
[Lil Ya]
MAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!! We need to run that....U.P.T. FOR LIFE!!!!!!!
[Yella]
Damn nigga!
[Chorus-Yella, Lil Ya, & Tec-9]
Get Into It
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