Lyrics:
ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride
We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo
Get ?, burn the whole store down all by myself
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The bugs are back
Ring's so heavy, I can't answer the phone
I don't want to kill them
Shut up, I don't want to kill anybody
Put the gun down
a station
Then it's no comment, no comment, no comment
They can keep me to the sunrise
From littering to gun crime
The code that I live by I die by
Man you
good I ain't passing
28 grams in the cabin
Got a nigga floating like Aladdin
Aye
I'm from the seven one eight rocking them timberland boots and champion
the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel without a pause
I never had a good Christmas
So who is Santa Claus
I walk the streets at night with my head down
In this lil
look good, do you hear my man?
And if you can't take that ya chump ya own hand
You one-girl-at-a-time getting M.C
So how could you think that you rank
look good, do you hear my man?
And if you can't take that ya chump ya own hand
You one-girl-at-a-time getting M.C
So how could you think that you rank
man dem make out a flesh and robots made our of steel
They might can operate like man unlike man they can't feel
Don't bother mix with no informer
yeah
(Aye' calm down, work your joints, ensure you're flexible)
Cause, I like a stallion by the hips, ballerina by the dips yeah
(I said a stallion by
love crazy
Carti Lens, rubber bands, everything crazy (crazy)
I done took a loss so I book it, bad sauce (sauce)
Judgin' by my plans, I can't keep
cause you hose drive slow
Keep bars like my name Escobar Pablo
Fake love but it seem for sho
Planting seed just for them not to grow
Four necks two
doing our jobs, you know
Ah, uhh, ah
You're not doctors, then
Oh, blimey no, haha
Mom, dad, I'm off that then (?)
See you by seven
Bye bye son (?)
plans to go legit so now I'm staying out the mix
Can't believe they took my dog we hit them niggas with a blitz
I'm only half ya'll niggas age and I dun
One more birth
Can't keep count
Yo that's 10-9-8-7 and 6 and
5-4-3-2
One more year that's one more down
And one more birthday
Can't keep count
New
brain
I grip the grain and fly by
Say dog you got that good up in the hood we call it mid
Grade another thing we do some call it blow, some call it
about over
The arts of the six won't play my bag of tricks
I got the sevens in my pocket somewhere
Reasons for the Cheer All Temperature here
I keep
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
heard some folks done slipped away these streets is greasy
Killed by opps or the cops or taken to the precinct
That get me hot, man on fire, man I feel
Good things come to those
Who stays on they toes
Don't you ever stop
Always keep it hot
Potnah this bubonic cuts, that other shit is high
Fuck what
gonna you immortality
Like nah, every time I look at the clock
I can't help but lock eyes
With the grim reaper
At the moment you might keep her
people best to hold yo friends down
Cuz they could take they life away just like they took my mans out
I never let em catch me naked walking wit my pants
and compliment somebody, raise they self esteem
Please stay out the mix, don't get caught up in petty schemes
That's not the life to live, they'll hunt you down
So reservation is booked I'll meet you for sushi at 7. Sounds good Havii. See you soon
Hey I was thinking you should repost my new song to your
favorites
Down in ward 7&8 I can't skate
They can't even b bothered to fix up the pavement
I jus want mama b proud that I made it
Water emotions got me
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