Lyrics:
on this bitch cause I really can
A lot of niggas living by the day they ain't ever have no plan
NahTheWiz about how I'm dealing with bitches getting bands
(Ridin by)
Durch die Stadt, Gangstamucke bei Nacht
(Gettin high)
Durch Chronic, Gin 'n' Juice, 5 On It
(Till the day I die)
Hör ich Gangstatexte,
in the Bible like
How about you stop all that talking?
The love of the Father
It's only by grace that I'm saved
Pardoned by the life that was offered
It's called Handshake, lemme show you da way
The community's gifters too, they stay giving away
DNS will integrate HNS soon, it's any day
D. N. S., it's
my first album going hard on diss last one diss last one made diss album in 7 days in my home studio blessed by God to be on diss ride i rode da wave
who gives a shit
I just don’t want this life to happen to me like some peers I used to kick it wit
Just a black man abiding by the law
At his choosing,
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the dead man's float
We gangsters, real gangsters B
Gun in the green room up
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the dead man's float
We gangsters, real gangsters B
Gun in the green room up
This Hollywood Stel
Shit, got albums for free
And got albums for sale, ya
VBS on neck and wrist man I'm looking fly
Strap behind my Gucci
to like fuss
I used to try hug
I used to try trust
Didn't used to try drugs
But I ain't been feeling much lately
Half of them now hate me
By the E-N-D
Ima
the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,
the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,
the beginning of Hell all my friendships fell
I had to focus on myself and make an album when I'm well
I found my best friend after three days lying dead on his
What a day at the park (The Estate Sale)
What a day at the park (Gangsta Grizillz, yeah)
I pulled up in that eighteenth letter repeat buggy
Had
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
ya
Same n***a got a FN wit a Laser
I remember all them days I ain’t never had s**t
Booming ops broad day then I had to stash grips
Ex b***h turned h*e
tightest
N push em way back
Member days when I was taking the train
I couldn't switch lanes n barely had change
I was tryna change n these teachers they said
before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in
or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all
grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one
Then I walked by a bedroom and it sounded like somebody was getting killed
I walked in on MGK holding a knife to Eminem's daughter
So I punched him in
there block fum
Only in 61 they’ll understand my whole lingo
Wake up to go to church pray for my n***** On domingo
Turn up the same day b**** i'm calling
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Mama said it would be days like this
Knew the police was gon' raid like this
Knew this shit was in my veins like
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
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