Lyrics:
gonna be slow singing, flower bringing
Gat clinging, bat swinging, bullets flyin’
Niggas dyin’
Mom’s cryin, faggots really don’t want it
Lead coming,
That's right, on the seventh
That's right, on the seventh
Seven, seven, seven
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far gone got damn
Cant keep my head on straight, don't even have a plan
Cause when you're low and you're fending on your own yea
Its hard to pick it up
make by myself some cash
I ain't gonna wait for others just to let me smash
I gotta keep that strap close
Versaci got a Glock with a mad blow
We trappin'
spinnin
By the way she lookin at me tonight I'm gonna be sinnin
By the way she touching on me tonight I'm gonna be winnin
By the way she suckin on me got me
niggaz hit the cells
If the line is thick
So I drive the 500, through
The door of the bitch
Yo Red, wassup man?
Aye they ain't tryin'
To let you in
[Chorus]
Ridin, survivin
Tryin not to die and tryna cop a island
5'9" and, sleazy
The game needs me, cause I'm drama
I got problems, I can't resolve
the driver's seat souped, cause it's a bentley
When I pass by, have you stuck, s.U.'s, black 'em up
Twenty-four, black rims, tires gotta fatten up
Whips, go
big world
With lots of places to run to
And if she's gonna die
Tryin', she
Had one little promise she was gonna keep
Oh yeah, alright,
Take it easy,
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
touched stillato, wild stages just to earn strikes
Read my lips, act like you heard right
And keep an eye on your chick?I work my rubber like a turnpike
spastic
You're tryin'a talk, but the world talks faster
Crushed by the weight of what you don't get out
Get it out, get it out, get it out, get it out
I'm
to kill
Only tryin’a keep afloat
Uncle Sam the enemy
Always snatch my penury
While I’m tryin’a make a mill
Fuck it, I’m raising hell
Not Samuel, but Samael,
throwed off ever since I was a toddler
Baptized by fire
But that was after the water
Holy Spirit take the lead
Bum bum bum bum bum bum
Oh Father can you
You’re like the lemonade that we made by the trees,
In the summer shade,
While we dreamt of the breeze of the golden days,
Ice cream dripping onto
it's clear, yeah, it's no lie,
I want you by my side
The tide is getting high,
You save me just in time, and
I'm tryin' to stay in line
You tell me I'm
Mhm, mhm
Tell me what does it mean to be a real nigga?
Been tryna keep it together but shit I'm fallin'
It seems like they only need me to be
version
Of myself I’m trying to get there with some good inertia
That’s by myself motivated just to keep on searching
Wash away all my doubts I’m gainin' no
Picture me staying static
Thinking that rapping mattered
Fuck doing it for the love
I barely do it for the practice
Imagine I were you
Still tryin
to recruit ya
Most of the time all we see is hysteria
We know it’s not real, we know it’s not real
And still tryin’
We are the fools, play by
dope fiend
How they gonna judge me, they don't even know me
Lights off, want to be left alone, I'm tryin to enjoy the methodone
Put a Jimi Hendrix
call me a junkie, dope fiend
How they gonna judge me, they don't even know me
Lights off, want to be left alone, I'm tryin to enjoy the methodone
Put
take a seat by me.
[Sarah]
What we gonna do tonight
[Babs]
Get it poppin making a love scene, plenty room in the Limoscene
[Sarah]
What we gonna do
paper wrote in disappearin’ ink
By greedy money changers in the temples of Wall Street
No more puppet politicians gonna take me to the brink
Of losin’ my
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