Lyrics:
like the pictures in the magazine
She found on the floor of the laundromat
A woman with kids can forget all that
If she comes up pregnant what'll she do
we live by the codes of Cobras
Hoopties, drive by's, long nose through Nova's
If you dope I dope ya, we're in Pensacola
The end is over, Coroner come
[ Hell Razah ]
Your not promised tomorrow
( You know what I'm sayin )
We are livin by the bottle
( The pages of life turn every day )
Be careful
alone
Man ain't been calling me, no Culkin
Live by, then die by, plus pussyholes are informers
That's why all the soldiers keep fallin'
(Oh my God)
And any fuckin lame who's entertaining kids can make the list
I'm in the way with tense offended by the way you spit
My wisdom been a way to grip some sense
something else that'll make something melt
You just gotta feel the kid
if not rap for the fact of how real he is, whatever
The time to talk is up
So
the feds almost got me
I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby
Negotiation like an Illuminati network
Don't catch a body experts
Your not promised tommorrow
(You know what I'm sayin)
We are livin by the bottle
(The pages of life turn every day)
Be careful what you follow
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
to find
But trust when I tell you just don't waste your time
We stay strong
When ya feeling high
When ya feeling low
We are one
We getting fed up
Just keep
So here we are again
Claiming to be schooling the kids
As far as I can tell it's a trend of shooting the kids
No wonder if they get older they end up
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
keep up with all your games i'm leaving for the better
She really think she gona tame me bitch you got me fed up
Im gona smoke you like a strain and you
get wrong some cops are good
Yet as a whole
They're here to uphold
The violence in the hood
They show up to instigate and spread hate
Say how they're
the night before New Year's, and all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
to okie doke us
You get punked at Kroger
For bumping shoulders get punched
Lose your motherfucking fronts to mollers
Wake up and notice all your drugs are
We had big dreams as kids
Always fucking with the feds
You didn't careless
You are sweet as a tart
You always called me sweet heart
You would never
The book that was used to rape your elders, regurgitating all the shit that they fed us
So who gives a fuck about black kids' trauma
It always starts with
bein' dead and Tekashi still livin' is a crime
God, you gotta do better, you been fuckin' up lately
Bro, all I hear is Pop Smoke when I turn on my radio
and your kids are fed
Mine's potty trained, so when he pisses the bed
Then he can tell I'm heated like infrared, yeah
We're the best, mostly
Sometimes
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
the way we roll
Fiends around the way'll suck the ego out your pee hole
I'm fuckin fed up with my pockets bein empty
I'm known as an MC but all these fiends
man are so gassed up anybody woulda thought they make their doe by burping and farting/
Im Bart ur Martin/
Bars so sharp dem man are self harming/
Get
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