Lyrics:
eyeballs roll
Back in my head and the mic glows red
Step in my face and you'll wind up dead
Yo, thanks, I needed that
I was posessed by this treacherous
could touch that bitch
Shoes my Maurie, piss by the month, he cut shock shit
Anything from my hoes when I ask, I get it
In the Cadillac I kick it,
my bitch, by her, you stank
'Til I'm dead, I ain't gon' change
I'ma take these meds and sip this drank (ha)
Dark side, Rollin' 40 Crip, them be my
(Nope)
Kneelin' down on top of a cop's neck durin' the national anthem
Beat his ass til he blue and red (No peace)
The flag is red white and blue I think
I ask how did I get into this
Life ain't fair, that's the reason I don't care
(Hit the street when it's time eat, if it's beef) Draw the heat
(I can't
it's t-shirt land
when niggas ain't playin'
Got a chrome glock got it cocked
Red dot on yo' knot
As I pop
Nonstop
Till you drop
Pronounced dead
ain't gettin' old
I been around since the beginning, we ain't gettin' old
No we ain't gettin' old, no we ain't slowin' down
We ain't slowin' down, that's
sip drank by the paint so we stay throwed
And play our music slow
Ride red and ride blue
Them blue riders bang Watts, reds bang Screw
And on the North
owe you, I got this by myself
I was broken down bad when you said you would help
Now I'm up, they love to hate me, that's just bad for your health
hollow tips do surgery, they gon' clip his lungs
It was goin' down on the set, that's when this shit was fun
I just been ballin' on these niggas, like
as the South Park Zone
Talkin' shit ain't into clickin' take your punk ass home
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll chuck
Hit you in the chest with
as the South Park Zone
Talkin' shit ain't into clickin' take your punk ass home
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll chuck
Hit you in the chest with
about them YRS niggas, they bag the largest
Unless we goin' right for rack, nigga, I ain't tryin' to argue
Never woulda thought that I could rap, so glad
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I get to where I'm goin, yeah I swear I'll save a spot for you
Real shit, this ain't no Boys in Motion
Take a hit of this and take a sip of this
Are you worried what your kids ate
Well maybe we can fix hate by blaming Bill Gates
If it ain't a bit late don't let that shit wait
I'm probably
And Michelangelo probably couldn't even paint a picture this prefect
I learned the harder way, we goin all the way, we goin our way
They won by mistake
Everything
passing me by, 'cause I keep goin' to jail and shit
Tired of smelling my cell and shit
Wondering where all my letters went?
All this money don't mean
drop, watch how I flex I'm goin' up, shout out my ex
I'm tryna fuck, she wanna text You wasting time, on to the next
Blood to my wrist, O's to my neck
the swinger that you chose
Just might be down with the foes, only the shadow knows
And ain't no lollipop, lollipop over here only the shottie pops
the sky
Got the red dot on the moon
Imma take you by surprise
I'm on ground floor
But I am gonna take flight
Jets are runnin' heads I'm huntin
You could say
drop'em like he hot, like he Lil' Weezy
I ain't goin' never make you feel sleezy
And I'm a put the roof up on the drop if it feel breezy
I love the way
and Todd 'll "come"
Bet! I walked away with my head down, got "trucked
By her jealous boyfriend, a "Jock named "Todd"
He yanks me from the ground and pushed
wood with wheel on
With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit
Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit
Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit
Top down
I've been told I need to focus on my life
Work a little harder, do my part, start livin' right
I ain't got the answers, but I think I seen the light
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