Lyrics:
always been like this, and you won't change
21 days have gone by
The couple of weeks I've been writing it all down, I poured my heart into it.
When I
believe in seeds, only the forms they find it
Feel like I'm waiting for transformations
I judge my art by my own impatience
And my manhood
How can I define
by
Because your messin' with my Bad Side
My, my, my, my, my bad side
My, my, my, my, my bad side
I'm like thunder, a barbaric like warrior
21 gun salute
I guess I saw it in my TV show
With the look of the sun on the cityscape
I caught the subway home with a bellyache
When you look
Choppaz ina closet by my granny nem
Left blood on these streets that i been standing in
Pressure come im gone handle it
Niggas turning rats they
there when I fell
To catch me, the minute shit was heated, she just bailed
I'm standing here swingin' on like thirty people by myself
I couldn't even
at the mirror
Reflect deep but I'll never drown from the terror
Existence material, gun in hand I pass by
Missed the ethereal, burial be my last rite
Do unto
'bout money I'm allergic
Six feet deep nigga where the dirt is
And bad bitches keep them
Guns inside they purses
The devil tongue got me
Sprung through
deep I might scream[01:28.76]bad dreams about Tae blood in my eyes I cant see[01:32.28]Thinking bout how me n KD joced shit got me weak[01:35.74]I be
throw shots, now I’m finna throw shots
I’m 21, so I see it’s close
I had a dream about a week ago
Eventually, I’ma rat out the niggas who want me to slow
days coming
Hey! Listen up I'm into eardrumming ,
Knives in these words , gunz blazing , what yuh saying chronixx?
Yuh woulda sell your gun ,
no way
mean you're sick enough
I'm igloo cold with it
If California snows then I did it
The 21st of June I'll make a blizzard
The OG aim they guns at the moon
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
Could've bought a new gun, what I spent on my charm
I get cheese by the pound, this is not Parmesan
I'm smokin' broccoli, countin' up lettuce
In love with
Sike nigga no I ain't done
I know niggas that do shoot out's for fun
Live by the gun you gon' die by the gun
Out all night until the sun
I had a dream
walk, they draw crowds
And every time you say my name out loud
A flock of bad bitches gone come around
And I found her in the lost and found
You can’t
thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)
I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars
Feelin' like a pop star (21, 21, 21)
Drankin' Henny, bad bitches
this blood shit stuck with him
Hustle hard, hustle hard, bad bitches, fuck 'em all
Businessman, businessman, always tryna cut the costs
That's photos,
marbles nigga
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area I mean the Westside
With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz
this shit up by myself
I remember them days I was sipping back-to-back pints
Thinking this shit bad for my health
Rearrange the addiction and switch it
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
relations
Of mothers that carry the pain
Of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail
Big brothers been slain from hails of gun fire
It
blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murderers)
We throw slugs, we hustlers (hustlers) we sell drugs
And tell thugs live it up till yo time stops
No one ever hears us scream
Days gone by like a bad dream
Nothing's quite like it would seem
When the flag drops it's like time stops
No one ever
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