Lyrics:
It just seem like you real angry
You know why I'm mad? Let me tell you why I'm mad
I'm mad because, everybody on these records lyin'
Everybody
pulled up and let the Ruger spray
Now I got survivors guilt every time
I make it through the day
Tell me what we gotta do today
I'm just tryna give all my
This na motivation
Another occasion
Tell em this na gyration
Oh ... uh
Cos I came through like a preacher man
So demma no like me
I say dem no
when I'm - BA-BLASTIN
I'm a nut and drinkin Hennessy
And gettin high on the lookout for my enemies
Don't want to die, tell me why?
Cause the stress
oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my fo'-five
Cocked on these niggas time to die
Even as a lil'
waste time
Give me a sign
Tell me how you wanna roll, uh, mm
I want somebody to speed it up for me
Then take it down slow
There's enough room for
colors
And we don't give a fuck about who you are
(Nigga you gay)
Tell me nigga what's the odds
When you fuck up credibility with the squad
(Byrdgang)
Yeah, Napolean, picture me sippin' on one five one
Drunk than a motherfucker, droppin' my gun
Or as high as a kite, hittin' hoes for fun
But that ain't
put 'em on notice
If you know what I want, then yeah
Baby, don't you mind if I do, yeah
Exactly what you like times two, yeah
Got me singin', "ooh, ooh"
put 'em on notice
If you know what I want, then yeah
Baby, don't you mind if I do, yeah
Exactly what you like times two, yeah
Got me singin', "ooh, ooh"
hate em, see em like we don't need em
Treat em like we meet em, and never give up freedom
And we only give our number to selected few
And it's best that
don't need em
Treat em like we meet em, and never give up freedom
And we only give our number to selected few
And it's best that you, never knew, what
like 5’4
I got way too much to lose to give my heart to her
Ain’t falling in love can’t mess with no thot
See I’m a jack boy
I know everything you claim
me looking at da DA
And now I'm on da on air out in VA, 947 wit da link
Just give it 5 years when I go to my reunion I'll pull up in da Porsche 9-leven
the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggas in this house
wor,
omoge say you wor wor wor uh uh uh uuh.
It's your boy PROJET9
I'll always keep u high
Shout out to all brethrens
Who always give me vibe
I know
bad
Five
Hit her, make her gag
Six
Then I send her back to you
All my haters so lost
Can someone get a map to 'em?
I embrace all my flaws
I'm in sync
dell
Gang, 6, huh, 6, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Track Gang, my back black, boy, shoot that stick, boy
Huh, lonely, baby, tell me where it is
Gang
(Swats on the beat so you know that shit slaps)
Life is tricky, wonder if they really wit' me
Ain't no iffys, not showin' any pity
Hit 'em wit'
tell me why they had to go
We're not a gang, we're a family, and we're the ones that was chose
I can't even lie, I wanna give up bad, I'm hurtin', I'm
is fuck
I'm just focused on the cash
I can finally pull some ass
I got bitches in my dm
They so bad it make me laugh
Tryna make em all my "B.M"
foreign when u see em
Ladies love me I be breezing
Maybe this Madusa but this jewelry Really freeze em
Paper tag em never lease em high off Addys focused
and a son by the way
A older daughter us boys like the same age
I turned five then started
Rhyming the next day
Me and my sis moved with my pops the next day
when you found me
I ain't finished school, grindin' with my Tommies
4 5 that's my blondie, that's my bitch nigga (Nigga)
I'm from West Side bank, that's
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