Lyrics:
shit?
HELL YEAH!!
Tell me do you want the wicked shit?
HELL YEAH!!
Wicked shit!
HELL YEAH!!
Wicked shit!
HELL YEAH!!
It's my favorite time to haunt
I'm dead & gone, my lyrics live on!
Now that it's said & done
And Dallas has crowned me the new Don
Go spread the word
Or you won't even get another
the fuck is a list to me?
I'm used to not being on it, I expect it out 'em
Heck wit' 'em, I get my respect without 'em
Ain't really been into diamonds
living my life like a Moore, sorry mum I'm rebel and you know this, so fuck Boris and who ever voted, I'm from the same block, where they hate cops,
scale
Yuuh, really made them sales
Yea, did it by myself
Yea, coulda paid my bail
She gave me brain like Yale
Driving that cat like bats out of hell
I
He said, ‘I've got a job waiting on me out in Dallas,| When you graduate, we'll start a brand new life'| |Chorus: But how will I stand Dallas until
Back in my zone holmes, get ya mind right
The 2-3 or 3-2, naw, it's the twilight
It's the highlights of my life
Every gun, car, crib, chickenhead that I
choppa, press my tongue a little harder
It's my soul they aim to conquer, drink me up, you get smarter
Without me, life is black, much Moore darker
Soooooo,
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
cause y’all know y’all all cheaters
I was laced inside my Tim’s marching like a real trooper
At the Dallas ball they know I’m balling they treat me like
Lately I've been in a life like limbo
Looking out of a smudged up window
We're not sure where our lives are going
Friends, it's summer outside but
Lately I've been in a life like limbo
Looking out of a smudged up window
We're not sure where our lives are going
Friends, it's summer outside but
something for the money
Blood sweat and tears all my life
Aint shit funny
We all know bout pain
But what about love
Thats my folks maiden name
But I cant get
the fast hoes I need to listen more
My young niggas act with criminal minds like Shemar Moore
Just lost one of the guys Ian gon lie I should've called more
eating
And I know that we ain't been sleeping
But whatever mum wants, that's what mum gets
Everybody better put their Ps in
Man are gonna pay by cash, yes
I see we had a long night last night
10 cops shot, Dallas what it do?
Cashville we on our way (Hey)
I just seen some killer's get some get back
I
to get some fuckin' right
Only thang guaranteed out my
Hood is fuckin' life
Judge and the DA melt your
Dream like some fuckin' ice
Me I'm just a sinner,
a compliment
I'd rather do a 5 to 10
Nigga fore I lose my life
Go out in a blaze of glory
Squezing with my trigga tight
Young loke, and gun smoke, and done choke
Of wether or not You work
I don't have to figure this out today
You gave the space and made a way
Forgave my sin
And now I get relationship from crazy grace
what we call T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend
There's nuttin' like T-shirt weather in the manor, my friend
The Gs come out when the sun goes in
All my life I been out on the road
Just me on my own
Without any people to hold
I been frozen and cold
Emotions I don't let em' show
All these lies I
stay focused? (Lord)
Mama, you was the life of the party
I swear you brought life to the party
When you lost your life, it took the life out the party
stay focused? (Lord)
Mama, you was the life of the party
I swear you brought life to the party
When you lost your life, it took the life out the party
Met with some demons to get blessings
All the hell around him kept him, forreal
But that's life right?
Must be love like
All the times I closed my eyes
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