Lyrics:
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer
Old coke they
Nigga did 25 years over Phone time that’s a long time to be tryin to ride out
Pickin up my phone like “Meet me at the hideout”
Caus
Christians
Meaning, the white way of life; hence the Crusades for Christ
On November 25th, 1491
Santiago defeats the last Muslim stronghold, Grenada
King
to hit em, okay
Malcolm in the middle, every nigga standing with em finna have to get it, okay
Mind your business, boy better find a witness, I'ma be yo
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
on the back
And take flight, my life like it was directed by Hype
In 35 slow-mo, with the Rockafella logo
Accapoco to Arruba, bay breezes and caviar baluga
money on Twitch
Bitch I'm a john like gotti no wick
Pull up on your block with the
Living my life in purple and blue
Reach for my chain
Get yo ass in
Burnin' up shits you
And fuck it I won't miss you
A lethal weapon my profession
500 G's
500 G's that put inches n yo life
Surrounded by 500 please
expectations exceeded[00:25.17]I don't know my limits; L'Hôpital's rule is needed[00:27.67]Whip fully loaded so you know I'm conceited[00:29.81]Yo, I iced up my
I'm alive (man, grateful)
I'm 25, and the greatest one alive (I'm the greatest)
By the time you hear this know that Frnce arrived (I've arrived)
I pour
Fight for your life ola[00:18.12]That's dmg that's dmg[00:21.64]Put this sealed tape over here si[00:23.20]Fight for your life olaaa[00:25
grave
Exchangin' shots with foul cops, I got grazed
Here to face the judge, catch flashbacks
Taste the blood hate the love
It's part of the life that
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
Yo yo
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap,
Serve big crack in white T's and fitted caps,
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps,
I been
Gotti if it's already sawn-off
Budubap, most victims scream
Budubap, head-shots are clean
But most mans don't look where they're shootin'
That's why
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
here
Waistline waistline John j off the baseline
When ya making money you ain’t got no time to wast time
I been full grind no days off 25/8 life
She
on the motor cycle
Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice
In front of sparks, body cops Dilano
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la
Like I'm trynna roll me a opp in this blunt
He could get put in this wood we cant go body for body
Like Gotti I'm balling for good
And I wish he would
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
His life as a nomad
The Lord of all riches lived a poor man
Yeah, we love fresh new doodads
But really what's the use when my life ends
If you heed
God there's more
Shortie says she came by knockin' at my door
Could it be tryin' to be what I can be
Islam me 2-5 my army
Said she about to have
to)
(Do you know, what you're goin through)
(Do you like the things that life is showin' you)
(Where are you goin' to)
Second, aye yo I done
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