Lyrics:
up off your path
I don't switch up I just laugh
Put my kicks up on they desk
Unaffected by they threats
Than get busy on they ass
See that's how
Reincarceration Efforts Don't Allow for Rehabilitation.
Effect: Does Anybody Really Expect Dealers Are Responsible Exclusively?
Deep-seated Apathy Reflects
with this strap
(What the fuck CyHi what are you doing this for?)
'Cause nobody want to listen to the kid rap
OK, my nigga Pusha shit snap
Nah I'm
Won't hear this shit clap
And I've got two guns
They gon' think it's suicide
Cause you shot yourself with this strap
(What the fuck CyHi what are
You
as I am And what I wanna be
The hopes for myself Yes you are the key
And when I'm on the mic
I don't have to chat shit
Guns or cars or the size of my
Through the valley, through the valley
Are we in Babylon, are we family?
A mother loss her son, it wasn’t naturally
When you’re white and shoot a gun, it’s
can't touch us
Got 'em all conceited, the way we leave 'em stuck up
Nigga, I +R&B+ niggaz like Usher
That stand for 'Rob & Bang' niggaz once the R rush
And here they are, Puff Daddy, Ma$e
And Lil' Kim!
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't
Yesterday seems like so long ago
This space I'm in, reminds me so
Of the times, I use to rip and run
Shootin' my guns and out for fun
As time
Hypnotize the world just from wearing diamond chains
I can tell you without a doubt that you and I are not the same
Cause I do this for myself ion do it for
And a hundred gunners spraying
Colors, wet you up, tomato
We at war with chapos, send my head honcho
Get your bitch at brunch
Double back duwop for lunch
Big guns
helicopters out in the streets
Look at the screen an let's zoom it in
Cause Cash is live at the scene
Hey Cash is how are you my friend
Got no time for no
Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning,
Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?,
Sending the troops in the war so I turn in,
To today's
even then you're silenced
Murdered in cold blood by the police
Another dead Black body in the streets
Put the guns down, I'm scared, I'm scared
If you
hurrying through
While Brittania's sons with their long range guns, sailed in by the Foggy Dew
'Twas England bade our wild geese go that small nations
hurrying through
While Brittania's sons with their long range guns, sailed in by the Foggy Dew
'Twas England bade our wild geese go that small nations might
rag
Fuck 12, opps still gotta die by gun violence
The LV on my Louis Vuittons stands for "Love Violence"
This ain't life, bitch, it's real life,
flesh
(Just let me look)
I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time passed me by
It hardly seems to matter now, not now
You stand there with
built,
grab your guns and bust off, my nigga
Yeah my nigga, it's Cassidy bitch, get the name clear
I'm what you lame steer got the game near
Buy 'caine by
gun
As I unload and squeeze
I grab the devil by his horns, cut his throat, it bleeds
Stab 'em with the shattered pieces of my broken dreams
Had
God only really knows the government got us under surveillance
And Under control slave to are iPhones pharmaceuticals
Got a hold Of are soul money
suicide
Get rid of the gun, before you consider homicide
Just sit tight, you know life is a ride
Just go by my rules, you just need to abide
They promise
cause i can hide my tears
Don’t try to calm me
You have already done
And now time has gone
Shoot me with a f*ckin’ gun
I’m too ugly for you, too ugly for
to front and barricades
My field of battle is not made of guns and blades
Its only music, me and my mistakes
I'm always ready for every of escapades,
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