Lyrics:
by funk
Mothafucka, you ain't see my trunk
I got a (SK) and a (AK)
And a (12 gauge) that'll fuck a nigga whole day
So recognize a real nigga from
slummed on the daily
Forty days, forty weeks, either these raps are back in the streets
Stackin cracks up in the fleece, so Hav blaze the bees
And pass
nigga, Sane
Shout out GFC: God, Family, Culture
Three words to live by
Shout out my brother, Nakim
Shout out the quad shout out Calendar
Shout out 40 Oz
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
they save the forty-four,
From the dark, icy waters of that cold Iceland shore.
[CHORUS]
It was there in the dark, of that cold and water night
to roll up on the block on the east side
I crack enough forties by the sea side
Lose a nigga every week to a drive by
Whole bookshelf of stories behind
to roll up on the block on the east side
I crack enough forties by the sea side
Lose a nigga every week to a drive by
Whole bookshelf of stories behind
Cars drive by in the night
So much sound coming from inside
Red, blue flags hanging from the side
So much time went passing by
The soundtrack
people, my life the Corleone
Wow, probably let off the 40
Ride that while I'm with people
They gon have to see you, it's evil
Money is the motive, got my
People yell at me
All fucking day
I just want to drink
Fade out what they say
I'm trying to get some drinks
Couple for the night
I'm up to no
Every single day gotta run my funds up
Money don't sleep so I'm up when the sun up
Money don't sleep so I'm up when the night out
Baby sleep for
only got one night
Don't hit my phone told u I ain't tryna fight
I ain't sleep in days don't remember last night nah
Yeah I'm rocking with the clique
from my feet I leave puddles all night
Catch me in the day with the safe (With the safe)
Louis from the bottom to my waist (To my waist)
This is Gucci
Griselda
Hopping out the Lex, I feel like Malcolm X
Marching with the shooters like Martin Luther
Forty cal' SK or the fucking ruger
Don't ever question if
they shouldn't play
I've been giving the call I'm like Moses leading the way
40 days and 40 nights a lifetime of Eating my prey
BcSE jumping off Mt
day)[02:24.22]Money on my mind living my best life[02:26.79]Influential and I[02:28.57]Just wanna show them the vibe[02:30.40]I just rhyme to survive[02:32.33]And keep
a sixty five, got stopped by a copper
caught, spotted, and radared by a chopper
Wisconsin-style, over the limit by forty miles
why'd she smile?, 'cause I
Some of the city pissy, itchin' them lottery numbers
My forty thieves enjoy your banquet of property owners
We were probably stoney eye to glassy game
my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
For forty days
not my son
For forty days and for forty nights
I was on her side
But who can stand when she's in demand
Her schemes and plans
So we danced
shit
Gun shit, peace to my jail niggaz who run shit
Corner thugs buggin' on birds, we serve 'em purpose
The same forty five in your mouth, stuck up,
think it’s kind of strange,
we get so close, we get estranged,
we get so close, we get estranged.
Forty days and forty nights,
Noah watched the river
a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
For forty days and forty nights, law was
my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
For forty days
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