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I'm goin' always be here, and y'all always gonna fear
The bronx making them records cause we always prepared
Got sons you don't know about,
Tooth for a tooth
Eye for an eye
Treat your neighbor like the man that lays by your side
Tooth for a tooth
Eye for an eye
Treat your neighbor like
Nines grab the green weed exactly
One shot lives and daiquiris
My gat be stashed in the dash
Mixed herbs and hash
On a cruise for cash
I might bruise some
leaving savages to roam in the streets
live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
trick my wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
smoke
just stormy weather
Oh y'all should know by now
I can't fall for nothing
Oh god I stand my ground
Momma told me something
Son why you so far down
Commas
on water, uh (water)
However you wanna play, choppers on choppers on choppers, uh (yoppers)
I live at the bank, commas on commas on commas, yeah (uh)
Paper
known, by the voice, by the tone
Yeah, just by the sound of 'em
Tryna go, tryna live
On the cool, tryna breath
Not moved by the sound of 'em
But I cry,
my mama if i get killed
But i won't leave my son without a Father by any means i gotta live
Even if trappin rapping jacking Serving junkies in
recordin', smokin' weed, smokin' dope (die slow, die slow)
Drinkin' a lil' lean, I actually did good, I ain't drink but a pint this whole tour
Yeah, on tour,
stomach growl
Wow, get your son's neck wrung
Hold him by his ears
Throw him down the stairs
Now you gotta step-son
Imma' make a suggestion
Come up with
how the fuck I'm 'posed to say this?
You see, my nigga just lost his son while I'm here huggin' on my daughter
I grip her harder
Kiss her on the head
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
always prepared
Got sons you don't know about, ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[swizz beatz]
It ain't over,
I don't really want to hurt nobody
I just want to live my life
Feel me, see'mon baby (elite)
Where we at baby
Lets get it, see'mon
How many
[Intro - Drag-on]
I Don't Really want to Hurt Nobody
I Just want to Live My Life
Feel Me, c'mon Baby ((Elite))
Where We At Baby
Lets Get It,
living, to many breathing is enough so
Waking every morning gives their lives meaning
But what does it mean to be free
Cause at the end we are controlled by
to the weed to the spliffs and the blunts
Then it’s pills at the clubs
Now I’m a addicted to drugs and yo
Don’t be fooled by how cool it seems
Son you will
Locked it wit me, your legacy live on with me continuously
Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory
You still breathe, your face show through your seeds
finally got past it
Used to sell weed, now I'm up on this rap shit
Old school beats and the flow boom-bastic
Ridin' round town with the windows down, system
to live bummy
Hungry for way more than the food that's in my tummy, so
I saw the trees today, I smoked some weed today
Asked God what I need today
Try
that they need me, Lord
I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "Dear life" shit
Way too concerned to be conceited
I live and I learn,
Ok
Ok
Ok
Thinking bout past lives
And past loves
Tryna remember sum
Im smoking these backwoods
But it only ease the feelin some
See you can always
a lover fuck with me and I'm a fighter
If my music has a message
Haven's not a place more like a righteous feeling
That you live by here on Earth before
Eh yo, eh yo, eh yo yo, yo, yo
My son want his back, fuck that
(my shine is beautiful)
It's time right now, you know?
It's like we ain't fuckin with
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