Lyrics:
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And try to take somethin' to get here from the dick
You know I get a job, I'm on, I'ma pick it up
Same fit, the whole three days been workin
Still
thought I was slick.
Okay
Lemme bring it back to the 3 am
Laying in bed, scary thoughts in my head
No way
Lemme take it back a little at a time
I’m just
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
on the floor cause
You live by the sword you die by the sword
You live by your word you die by some more
If you play the game you've got to live with the score
to dream, but then I woke up to live life
Wanted to be cool as rappers that claimed that they gripped the steel
But they all got pistol whipped by three
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Only time I see the view is right by the sink (no kizzy)
Only time I see the view is right by the sink (yeah)
Only time I see
Case number twenty-three, all rise (Yessir) unacceptable
Its ya boy Krayko Breezy right here A.K.A The Golden Kid
Sir, you're a second time offender
want me to be on
Hate when I'm in BeenTrill or Vlone
Switching Off-White to your dome
Triple 3 where I'm from
If I had a deal with God
Just for a day
You're survived by all the words you left with me
You're survived by all these empty memories
When I step outta the door
Gotta remember who the fuck I do
don't stop
Yo
Just in case y'all was lost
I'm the face in the Source
Long Cuban, white ice placed in the cross
Slow bros hate to see me race in
spray
Slap hands with my mans by the walls we play
Now, waist chains and cami-flauge complete sag
Live pools, my squad rules
From solar to lunar, cheap
that's us)
Two bricks hidden compartment cherry red truck
(Chorus)
Verse 3 (Gillie)
I look at us and look at y'all
A poor sight and velour knights
em drownin
Tears of sorrow
Rose pedals on the ground
Watch ya step walk light
Thorns sharp
Slick prick quick ta drip blood from my heart
Sunset
Red
Met them in club throwing 20’s
Tryna make them dance
Look what the money make a trick do
Niggas talking slick
Imma throw it on his bitch too
Cheeks get
talk shit
Three oh
Five where I live
Juke with the boy while I pull out the stick
Shoot my shots don't need no assist
Backboard booty and you know I
sings new lyrics when they play this one live, and they seem to be about heroin and their dead pal Kurt... Submitted by Rene
LIZZY:
I'm sin
Done
romance
Only into these bands
These niggas hate me
But undercover they are fans
Ball like I'm Durant
I sink in the three
Like that rapper nigga Chance
Ran
dedicate to the girl I hate
It's a piece of my mind rhyme put on a plate
So yo go ahead swinger I'm putting up my middle finger
I'm not sad or mad I
by the dime
I ain't get no front, bitch, all the profit mine
Celebratin', bitch, I be pourin' hella lines
It's three a.m., now my day finally over
taxing
How can he talk while he getting red dotted by Da Da
Bullet going right through your oblongata
Prowling like Ronda
Mettron running up on you
some atmospherical shit, I'm from 'The Matrix' a glitch and yeah I live for the glitz, I'm dropping bombs it's blitz, there's no more red dots and blips,
Donnie Brasco-ass niggaz
Muh'fuckin snakes in the grass nigga (I see you)
Get ate up by these muh'fuckin sharks nigga
Knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, yeah..
scene
Every week is fashion week and
Every day I’m pressed clean
Detroit’s Angel, I even got red wings
I’m headed to the ball
Me and three prom queens
My
a classic
Fags get put inside a casket, cliques get blasted
by them niggaz tatted with dragons
[Chorus]
I'm try'na live one time shine (why can't a nigga
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