Lyrics:
just rap 'bout my life
Okay
Why would you try
You gon' die if you try to act sly
A young nigga just tryna get by
So no words they can see in my eyes
Put
If you, catch me, snap, get my good side
Nothing ever lasted for me longer than goodbye
I, grew up, still young, like the good die
You don't owe
to life
And when your there,
You won't need to say your prayers
'Cause heaven's gonna wait for you
Only the good die young
How can it feel so real and be
Hop to the day that we die
So far so good with no endin in sight
Lookin back on all the places I done been with this mic
Let my teachers tell it, I
it's so good to be young
And I don't want to go back
I just want to go on and on and on
Day by day, day by day
And everybody's so surprised
When
some survive the game
Some just get they names in the stories to be told
Why the young never make it old
Now to my hustlaz slangin' cain
I said some
maar ik word niet geslapen
Sinds vroeg op die tap
Mi no miss the boat, Alias by rap
Ben de kapitein
Hou m'n prijzen hoog als de Albert Heijn
Wil m'n
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
until we satisfied
Feels good to see one of
Them niggas' homies die
They take one, we take a few
This war shit ain't gon' never end
What the fuck is
everyone
From the old and the wise to the young as they fly
Ooh, when I die
God is love then hatin' is Satan
Zen-type patience, got me sittin' here
the old and the wise to the young as they fly, fly, fly, fly)
When I die
God is love, then Hatin' is Satan
This anti-patience has got me sittin' here
Feels good to be alive, don't it?
I'd rather die than work a nine to five
Put this on my gravestone that there's no one realer
Put that on my
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
lonely avenue
No-one could reach them
No-one but you
One by one
Only the good die young
They're only flying too close to the sun
And life goes
When I step outside
Always think imma die from a homicide
Niggas living they life but they traumatized
Mamas cry you know that my mama ride
When I
They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence
Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six
Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks
the Slauson boys
Was not those men
I’ma knock those men out the
Ring by the third round
I treat it like the Superbowl
This is fourth down
However you want it,
piece
I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes
Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint, it's like Spock
Came up
and a girl
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl
You must spread the word of the master teacher
Or you die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat ya
in a world of you and a girl,
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl.
You must spread the words of the master teacher.
You die by
and a girl
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl
You must spread the word of the master teacher
Or you die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat ya
These days I seem to reminisce a lot
About those good old days you will never top
I bring you bars with nostalgia in a shot
If you're smoking pot
in my bag don't mean it's a good time for trying me
But they hate when i rap about real shit
Free my big bro he got locked for a sentence
By now got
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