Lyrics:
out
Them niggas dissin' on my gang until we run up in that house
I'm poppin' pills, I'm out my body, I can't calm down
How the fuck you finna slide if
I'm surrounded by blood spillas
Motherfuckers about scrilla
Giving nothing but love nigga
In this land of troubled souls
All for one how we roll
fronted
[Chorus]
[Shyheim]
Well I'm a bad little bastard how can you ask it
Many tried to flip and stick but got blasted
And dropkicked by a nigga
my friend of violence
i fear the silence
the noise leaves me noid
but i still have to try it
hooked by denyin
addicted to lyin
cheatin two timin
im
many kids gotta die for y'all to wake up
How many niggas died tryn get they cake up?
Life a bitch without no makeup,
Life the bitch that did you wrong,
only meant for their growth so out the way I stand
Ungodly thoughts about niggaz I despise on
Still learning how to let bygones be bygones
Dusse in my
dumb ass gon come trick me now
I could see that shit you a clown
Red nose
357 snub nose
Tryna see how many bitches I hit
I done took dat shit and it had
a die tryna test my patience
Lil nigga stubborn couldn't tell me nothing
So I had to pray to God why I'm ducking his graces
Plenty plenty bitches try
a livin' soul breathin' shall pump no fear here
My last four flashed then I mashed his ass
Bastard, fuck with me, bet I blast your ass
So many follow but
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
Invisible inside of the cabin, visible diamonds it's on me (haw, yeauh)
KP invented an army so careful while passing by homie
How many risked it for me
and'phezi, many have tried to change me
Uthanda amajita anemali akazenzi, just live your life lil' baby
I'm greatful for all i'm deservin', it's a matter time
on your lips
Clapping but praying I slip
Wishes of sinking my Ship
Fuck is you hating me for
Devil outside
Go get your view from the six
Pardon I
on my neck, it's VVS, for the diamonds
Yeah, you under me, so how the fuck I'm gon' stop shining
You gon' die eventually, the fuck's the point of whining
but you reppin' on my people death
They murked my lil' brother, this shit won't end, hope I don't die 'fore I get revenge
It's been a long time
so that I could display
Yellow ice looks like butter, but it isn't parquet
Hey, well let me tell you how I did it then
Stepped up the mixtapes,
Ay, I can only hide it for so long
So many moments that I wanna say "so long"
So many missed calls, so many mistakes
So many mishaps, energy
wanna be the next one pop up dead
I’m just tryna get rich I ain’t tryna die
But this Lil 9-5 gone barely get me by
I had to go flip a pack so many times
submit!” Mr. Zimmerman cried “Submit and throw down your weapon!”
“I will not submit!” Trayvon Martin replied, “For I’m unarmed and I haven’t done nothing!”
body wobble
Make your head bobble up and
Down like a yes man
See I be tryna run to the money
Try to stop me and the situation gon' go left
Yeah, 'cause I
doing the same thing (O oh)
Makin' you auntie nose bleed
Run up on me, I'm blowing
Your 'lil bth is hoeing you already know it
Pull up on the scene, I go,
of what I do musically
Mmm, mmmm, mmmm, mmm!!
I walked in and they stared, see how they screwin me
Break you down, til you ain't the man you used to be
and they wanna tie your wings
Me I’ll die to win
It smells like victory
I’m on the road now jail time’s history
Some say my attitude stinks
But my breath
on
send up the Tech anybody want to flex the Chi-
I'm a bet you die, when the bangers ride
its a one-on-one war battle
showdown for anybody want
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