Lyrics:
don't die[02:08.35]She wanna stay with me[02:10.03]Stay by my side[02:11.97]I'm out here just livin'[02:13.76]Livin' my life[02:16.07]Do not talk to him
waiting
For it to turn green, what you mean?
My soul is never for sale
My youngin' just did a twelve, he home
He ringing bells wish him well
Me and mines
It's February 2016 i'm bout to open for Lady
Leshurr at Gramercy Theater
Was booked by Christian and he picked me
And if you asked me then I never
God I finally made it
My beat is Uptown, no, I won't trade it
Makin big bucks and none's drug-related
My DJ's Ready Red, and he could never be imitated
jerking a sucker when he knows your
Nothing but a villain, and you'll kill him
So he's in fear, but there ain't no need in spilling
Your guts to a nut, no,
dropped, I get dropped by two eaters
DJ play it loud in the speakers
Got it droppin', two speakers
DJ play it loud in the speakers
You get dropped, I get
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
it’s money on his set
I said “We on the phone so u know say no more, you coming by the crib?”
He said “I’m almost at your door”
I go to let him in and he
to run down, no long range, get close up on him
Run up, that's a headshot, but playin' gangster, but he really phony
I done did all kinda s**t all by
That be doing that time gon pull this pistol out and swear that I’ll be slapping out five
He start bleeding leave em there and kick that boy
hesitation all I did was take what's mine
Ready for battle
I'll die by my castle
N**gas be b**ches
Confused like it's scrabble
Don't f**k with these n**gas
again, bet, he won't
Drop them 10's
DonDada wat i go by, man, go check
My fuckin' resume
That boy was droppin' 10's, so Quez and K5
punched him in the face
Ain't that DJ Chose over there
Look like DJ Chose
Flippa, flippa, flippa, flippa, flippa, flippa
On meeeeeee
Dey don't know that we fuckin' cause he
Women women women women women
Who got some baggage ya know?
Scotty’s a crazy ex-boyfriend
What the f—k does Scotty know?!
Scotty doesn’t know shit
he walking over to me, they breaking out the jokes
My girls laughing
They see me already imagining
He whispered in my ear, would I dance with him
who got their on crib,
This for girls who got their on shh,
If you came here by yourself tonight
Cause he wouldn't pick up the phone
He was supposed
Sphectacula
And even if you're not politically inclined
God wants you to always have Him by your side
And He will favour you like Jacob Zuma
Use you too to make
They like why he goin up
They like they ain’t get enough
Crash the Benzo
I’m in LA two lane Royce’s in the truck
Double cups
Get high as F**k
Op*s
talkin', but nobody asked him
Naw - he want attention, he want his name yelled
Me and him always end up in the same cell
I'm pissed on the top bunk, I can't
Stone, wait by the telephone
Wonder if he's alone
Or is my man on a permanent loan to rock'n roll?
Rock'n roll
Outdoor concert, watching him play
Stone, wait by the telephone
Wonder if he's alone
Or is my man on a permanent loan to rock'n roll?
Rock'n roll
Outdoor concert, watching him play
The police they know I got sticks
They be worried about me
They know I'ma click
These niggas they know I'm a dawg
I ain't worried about him i know he a bitch
run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife
There she is, on the ground, being trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn
run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife
There she is, on the ground, being trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn
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