Lyrics:
yeah[02:17.73]I go by CLO, yea I'm young, but I ain't dumb[02:20.54]Ain't try to fit in with the crowd, man I stick out like a sore thumb[02:24.79]I'ma say just
way[00:25.41](Scetti)[00:26.21]From where them guns get the clapping[00:28.42]Niggas is trapping tryna make it out rapping[00:31.17]Never know it can happen[00:32.88]Can't get caught
loving
Powered by the sun
I'm giving samples out
This thing I got X21
I know just what you need
Let me in show you what I'm talking about 'cause
side LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it see known,
as your coffin off in the ground
Family man, look at your kids orphans now
Used to just smack rappers, I'm extorting 'em now
Taking all that's supporting
Once upon a time, in the L.B.C.
On the Eastside, off of 2-1 Street
There lived a young man, Cinderfella's his name
To make it interesting it's me,
Tired of hearing that it's too soon to talk about it
People gone by guns and wounded have become a habit
But wait a minute, it's far from being all
know the cost just to being a boss
Back in the day I was in the halls
Rocking Polo mix that shit with Lacoste (polo)
My belt designed by Gucci (gucci)
Wait till I'm rich enough
Wish me luck
Dream time in the meantime
We skipped 2020 now It's 21
We been on the come up on the low
Yeah Yeah
They just wanna
tongue
Cause I'm petrified
Frozen in a lie
That I could stay like this forever and be satisfied
And I'm wishing time away just by counting down my days
If
I'm livin
By the gun bullets spittle
AK 40 pumpin bullets like a sickle
I'm just a head crown
Hold da jeans all white kicks
Watch 30 grand, like I slang
Yeah, I'm Li'l Draco, Yuh
Just wait 'till you hear this one, This is fire
Ya everybody wa' be good
Everybody wish they could
Everybody wa' be bad
hit you're line
You'd always be down to ride
I just wish you'd ride out without that ice
Some just live by gun (Gun)
Some just die to young (Young)
Some
awareness of each and every minute
I wish I had a ticket that could take me to the past
I wouldn't really use it - I'd just hold in my hand
So I could look
as your coffin off in the ground
Family man, look at your kids orphans now
Used to just smack rappers, I'm extorting 'em now
Taking all that's supporting
as long as you feed me
I pull the big joints out as long as the TV
Or I can play my part and just breathe easy right
(By your side)
As soon as something
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
cheap blow
And each O like three, four times
I flipped ones but it’s evil
The people I deal with'll stick nuns
With big guns, the diesel
That diesel never
Street
By the capital building to somewhere sunny in the tropics
In the city where the unknown remain unknown
Can't party downtown without a blade or gun
mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin
Streets are full of them, read the bulletin
Accident murderer
You just a accident murderer
Accident murderer,
[ad libs for first 21 seconds]
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone (Wish Bone)]
(You niggaz can't stop me) I'm cockin a glock
(You motherfuckers can't stop me) I'm
him again
That ain't true
Yeah it is
The real world is really unreal and
No none of that's true
While the wildest
You're just making this up to scare
as drawings
Was it worth it for you to be king when the thrill is gone
CHORUS X2
‘21 Grams’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson
VERSE 1
I wonder what
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
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