Lyrics:
his heart through his chest
Rip his heart through his
Blood on your hands
10 bullets to your face
Fuck you and your friends
Imma leave em all to rest
racism in here
It's twenty twenty we not in the sixty's
But I get where you've been
There is no place for racism here
You look at me and wanna judge me
By
wrist, look like a package of piss
Looked like they pissed, in a ice cube tray
Put it in the freezer, so by the next day
They could put it on my wrist,
I still did it for the vine all twenty-twenty (I ain't gon' do it)
'Cause my hips don't lie and my millions are pending
Heliocentric metaphor for my
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
Yeah
I’m putting on for my city yeah , yeah
Yeah
Manando the reason i did it, yeah
I’m putting on for my city, yeah
My nigga died he was 20, yeah
I
call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil
One of the real, I rap but I still put a gun in your grill
I'm the reason why I catch you when your car breezin by
you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears
William Zanzinger, who
on a registry
Age twenty-six and by choosing
That path of pussy you never
Could keep your kid you knew it
So don't you call and say you're
Proud of me like you
from Transylvania
That's not the reason why I'm up all night
Mercy miss brown your daughter sure is lovely
But you can tell by the mist that has
we lost today
They've paid the highest price
Anyone of us can pay
Twenty two kids get shot today
Eight of them don't go home
By murder and by accident
A Gucci bucket, Polo down with the heavy creases
I'm East Side, Scottsdale throw it up dog
I got them rocks by your block throw it up why'all
Slingers,
fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck your wifi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my
Snoop Dogg]
They call the D-O-dub
Why you really trippin' cuz
21, 20 crips and all of us is crippin' cuz
We from a different street, all got that
I’m bodyin’ all of ‘em!
Been wit’ the shit whenever
You switched ya clique to better, your stock
Then switched your feathers
Ain’t that prove you was
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
twenty twelve I was trying to ball
Career started to take off then it kind of stalled I put it all on me, nobody involved
Once you recognize the problem
else
And by somebody else..
I mean I'm all by myself
Cause I got twenty dollars in my pocket right now
But, knowing that I think I'm still cool
And I got
talkin' all that trash (you the one who talkin' all that trash)
Forty-five, I'll twenty-eight that ass (ooh)
You can set the snow on fire (yeah, ooh)
You
fuck is you mad at?
I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that
We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?
Tell me, what the fuck
version of his old whip.
During the flight, he could see other beasts carrying other voyagers, all protected by the same structures. Out of the solar
they bend to me
The epItome of dead
DT Is another pedIgree
SeeIng anythIng and everythIng whenever needed
LIke the best of 3 EYES
All 20/20
Body, Soul,
on tour, man, it's all love now
Shout my nigga Stix, doing good in these streets
Bet he popping more bottles than us right now
Reason why they stressing,
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