Lyrics:
(all, all that glitters is not gold)
Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? (And all gold is not reality)
So come by (real is what you lays on me)
the rain
Naked in the rain
Two children
Guns loaded
Take aim and blow all the dreams away
Too late for anything better to say
Hey are we just crazy
the rain
Naked in the rain
Two children
Guns loaded
Take aim and blow all the dreams away
Too late for anything better to say
Hey are we just crazy
the rain
Naked in the rain
Two children
Guns loaded
Take aim and blow all the dreams away
Too late for anything better to say
Hey are we just crazy
So much time has been passing[00:05.21]And now look at us[00:09.76]Started off so young[00:11.95]Now we have it all[00:17.00]It's so hard to believe
out
First born to my momma
I come from the place where you're promised
To die before your 21st
You'll be surprised what's underneath the earth
You still de
People still de by my side
If everything flows away in the rain
I hope you go still Dey by my side
You go still de by my side
If
com-pete
Cause like this track, I got y'all beat
By like a hundred fuckin' points
I'mma have to celebrate and smoke
A hundred fuckin' joints, light up
I feel
the rain coming down
Better hold your own now
See the rainbows and clouds
Feel the rain coming down
Better hold your own now
Yeah I ride by my self
I'm alive
bombs like Saddam[00:19.26]Prepare for cold war cuz it never gets warm[00:21.66]G'd up in fatigue purple heart on my sleeve[00:24.39]Soulja niggas will
'em now, down to your bitch
Nigga you sick, fronting like you tougher than what you are
'Til the gun is coming through the driver's side of your car
Yuh, aye. Nah
Hahahaha, yo. Yuh, aye, yuh. What
Yuh, Yuh (Aye, nah)
I got a gun in the bag
Poppin' again, and again, and again
And, you bitch, you
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,
my G.U.N Gotta keep blicky
Nggaz P.U.S.S.Y Fuck the other side They gon D.I.E
And in M I S S I S S I P P I We done did our thing
Ima savage 21
war, war
A coward dies 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'
the face
Of that bloke searching the wire strand by strand for the place
Where the cattle get through, his hands battered and bruised,
But surely he knew it
One, two, three
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all a tale
Well, he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
And now he's
One, two, three
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all a tale
Well, he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
And now he's dancing
low, hang tight, under count, overrun
COVID 19, 20, 21
6 feet separate mother and son
Breakdown, masked up, gloves and a gun
Lay low, hang tight, under
the trees I blow
Came a long way though, I'm right down the road
Cause I want everything, feel me, not just the throne
21 years, I'ma snatch what I'm owed
If
'em now, down to your bitch
Nigga you sick, fronting like you tougher than what you are
'Til the gun is coming through the driver's side of your car
Are we honestly programmed to hate one another?
Throw hands, bent arms, release fire on this cold land
New minds confined by old plans
No more
dangerous than than n****z with guns
They make the guns easy to get and try to keep n****z dumb
Target the gangs and graffiti with the Prop 21
I already
young, right from wrong, good and bad
Never knew my dad, but we had mama
Through all the drama and the rain, hard times and the pain
The type of shit that
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