Lyrics:
keep showin and provin
Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mine
Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme
Fuck a peace talk, let the gun
it away
Yo
I'm like Thelonious at the underground piano
Dressed in camo, the grenades, guns and ammo
Death to sambo, send 'em a bouquet
underground
Bet that you gonna love me now
Feelings I been running out
I been out here running wild
Hope that they don't gun me down
While I'm on this money
One hand on the gun to shoot you down
We are the knights of the underground
Mark my words
Mark my words
Mark my words
You fucking sicken me
The plot
know me as a fighter jet
Ball king, dive in with my (?)
Bout to feel five for real, never swept
21 gun salute for the soldier
For my fallen soldier
I won't make it past 21
If anyone really cares
I'm sure you don't
After what I've done
To make you feel so low
Take the gun
Put it to my head
I won't
[Repeat: x2]
When we in the club, we got guns
You don't wanna run up, on that Z-Ro and that Bun
Shit talkers, get a hole in they tongue
Shake
(Chorus)
I Flip A Bag And I Stack It, I Can't Keep Hustling Backwards
I Get A Bag And I Stack It , I Keep My Gun In The Mattress
Wear The Shit Before
forgotton
send you back to this earth where you deserve and by the way
heres somethin that we wrote for your 21st]
Yeah
Everytime I think about the way you
Forgotton
Send You Back To This Earth Where You Deserve And By The Way
Heres Somethin That We Wrote For Your 21st)
Yeah
Everytime I Think About The Way You
Bringin' the dead to life with the words that we speak
Peace, love, positivity
From underground we lift the truth up that's been buried deep
Plant
this itch for something new
And not understood by the cool kid crew
And not in a circle of the red or the blue
We'll take that gun that your ego drew
I
guns
Is this what they want for their sons?
A world where we kill, and vent how we feel
By pulling a trigger for fun
So I want to create a law, to love
understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy
Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy
I shot my gun in the air as I left the place
You'll ask me why, but I don't care,
to fuck
Fuck him like you do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my 21-deuce
Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
to fuck
Fuck him like you do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my 21-deuce
Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
He rises every morning but he
Don't look at the sun
He reaches in the corner where
He keeps his loaded gun
Then he checks the firing action as
He
Mind full of matter, guns cause blood splatter
Suicide caused by chatter
There is many ways one can lose their life
Don't be the one to lose it in
Super Soka wet me up Put me in that trippy stuff[00:27.21]Talkin' to that D, if they're not backin' then I back it up[00:30.17]Know he got that
She said my love is a curse, I said her love is a drug[00:18.17]That shit is worse than a perc, but she got me fallin' in love[00:21.81]I really be
like to get scorched by the flames[01:19.58]I can tellem , bro they know my name[01:21.42]I conceal it but I'm not ashamed[01:23.25]You might feel it
a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this
Yeah I wish Shake
with a fist, not a knife, not a gun boy[01:01.46]You're a fraud, you're a lie, you're a bum boy[01:03.53]I can never be a simp[01:05.21]But when I give
can't pay for no nails[01:21.24]Cant pay for no lashes[01:21.90]I'm throwin' these ones, they shakin they asses[01:23.42]Get these bows by the ton, roll
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