Lyrics:
head on the ground
Concussion can't stop me
I was a zombie
But I woke up He healed my brain yeah
I took it personal
Devil remember you trapped in a hole
on her face
Hey boys, what a look
Stop a train at fifty feet
Matching hair, matching clothes and eyes
Kinda like a tiger in heat
Red hot in black
on her face
Hey boys, what a look
Stop a train at fifty feet
Matching hair, matching clothes and eyes
Kinda like a tiger in heat
Red hot in black
stop
I said I'm looking to the past, cuz I never been a capper
Feeling on her ass cuz she more than a dancer
Pressing on the gas cuz I'm livin' life
clinchers
Quick release, no wrenches
Matter fact man
What's up man
When you gonna get your ride
Uh I don't, I'm not
I saw you waitin' at the bus stop I
Don't you love red?
Thats what you see when everything stops
Thats enough?
But you want more
Gripping your wind pipe your gonna get more than a sore
goin'...)
If a sneak start leanin' and the heat stop workin'
Then my heat start workin' I'm-a rob me a person
Catch a nigga sleepin' while he out in
Showtime (flamers)
If you sippin' on somthin put
It down right now get Money
We bout to get it poppin, this song
Jahlil Beats
I like my rosé red
then I have to wake
Get to work, keep it goin, can't stop, can't take a break
Gotta get it done, in time for me to do the things I wanna do
But by
made it to the stop sign
Look both ways next thing you know
(Tic Tok Tok)
You just died
Chucky put a knife to your temple
Your gonna die to this
The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paintn' his face
Wha, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man
He's not as grounded as he used to be
Tech was
Nobody knows the troubles I've seen
And why would anyone even care?
It's true that no one knows you when your down and out
They just stop and stare,
hiding the cure
For fixing niggas, I'm very sure
Stop being depressed
Step outside and puff out your chest
He made you the best
That's ever gonna jump
you ain't gonna stop me
Now I got you paranoid while you're out grocery shopping
Aim is to precise a single bullet's heart stopping
Bitches by the bunch
Rise
I find myself in a bed
Surrounded by trees
Sweat beads
Forehead
Leaves
Sticks and stones
Broken bones
Breathe
All alone
Or so it seems
Get up,
bloodshed
Bloody red rags and dog tags, automags flossed by cats
In this game, put shine up for grabs
I'm talking showtime, Madenic rhyme, high-crime
haters talking, I ain't stuntin'
We're gonna be ballin', never fallin'
Rollin' hundreds in a 600 Benz
Steady stackin' ends hit the block on ten
Rollin'
Preachers at the church knowing, we still get by
(From this point on it only gets rougher)
Teachers at the school knowing
(From this point on it only gets
time to rob nigga.
I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen
Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.
Then all of a sudden, out
Your ego
You feel neglected more
Respected
Please adjust
Your ego
More for us and
We
This is when we
Peak
See that red
Light
Please don't stop
Please
future, it's your time
Hurry up the clock's gonna stop
Now take a minute
Now take an hour
Now take a day
Let time slip away
Do you see what we can
Welcome to the mind of zombie grey
Gonna have to
Chop my trees
The last thing London Grey goin do is stop and freeze
On my knees
Praying for
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
ignified
The rope round yo' neck is tight
You pop out your fuckin' knives
And that way you'll never cry,never cry
(Lachat)
Now nigga how you gonna
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