Lyrics:
by them goons and they love to be grimy
Masked up, black hoodies got them reapers behind me
Got my niggas beside me
And each one of them deadly
If
on my side, when I ride
Ready to do another homicide, then im flyin by
Til I'm gone, nigga old glory
I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Ory
If I do
like Joe Budden (Yea, yea)
Countin' up stacks and it's addin' by the dozen (Add it, add it) (Yea, yea)
Just fucked your bitch and finessed her cousin'
at the sun you're already blind
Mandatory homicide
Carry animosity into the fight
Murder everything until you feel alright
Bury all the rage into a rivals
What they told
Remember nights I would pray by lonely
We ain't een had no lights
All we ate was sum rice
Slap sum ketchup
Ittl hold till the morning
And homicides
Don't matter if we get away Like men we stand trial
They say shoot or be shot and Killed
I say no guns the longer some Of us live
But these streets
stokey, but I'm solely rollin' by
I got a ride (got a ride), cause my pops had the hustle
Now I'm all alone and I'm beggin' for the muscle, uh
Four, five,
in the field
I'm still rounding around on the block
I'll still draw down on a opp
Catch a nigga I'm a shot him long live nine shot
Raise by the streets
no tragedy
If time could fly, I'd catch a ride
So I can see, we're on the rise
Always so high, time passing by
Inhaling so much, imma fly
Smoke coming
around, probably out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check, check out my melody"
I wanna live good, so, shit, I sell dope
For
It's time to take you to the other side
The side you gotta watch your A&E cable television for homie
But we live this shit
I'm not a star, well
the reason to fight
By promoting negative vibes
Who taught us of drugs and crime
Now they say we're free to homicide
Committing geoncide
We freely
The life of a G
If my death is anything like my life
Then I'mma die like a G
Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me
I don't live in
think I need to breathe 'cause I ain't feeling right
My conscience is at ease saying live your life
Got everything I ain't missing much, bra
Got my little
been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so young but still a victim of the 12
(Respect It)
(From the tip it)
FSU
(And If the beat live you know LilJu made it)
(2 Chainz)
I'm with whatever you with
You ain't the only one
around, probably out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check, check out my melody"
I wanna live good, so, shit, I sell dope
For
of tickets 'cause I live right by the station
I am tryna figure out why you so mad at me
Yes, I'm with Young Money tell the magazines stop askin' me
I be
know that convo nigga
Get that weed and white, want you a combo nigga
Checkmate with the sticks, identify by your kicks
Welcome home to Skinner, already
Stretch Homicide and my nigga Gambino
Seek and Po can't forget Money Bags
Stickin' up spots, boy, and jumpin' in Jags
Gotta get ahead and always stay
of capital sin
Just look at me
On stage at the March for Our Lives
With multiple gun charges, involved in homicides
Look at me
Crusading for violence
be homicide
All these niggas capping don't got it by they side
All these niggas capping don't got it by they side
I don't really talk bout it, got
terro tin in.
lika homicide. like a tis dow like a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
I hang wit pullers of automatic triggers and gold diggers
My mob?s full of go getters go live or die by the cold niggas
Wit drama bringers ear
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