Lyrics:
I swear to god if I don't get any fucking respect
Up on my motherfucking name
Im bout to come pull up and hack into yo mainframe
Young houdini when
My day ones better than yours nigga
That's on god nigga
They gone go to war wit me
If I die don't forget me
It ain't no cap with my killas
I can't
but the killa gotta away
Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre
Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup
'cause I'm swervin in
said yeah
Babe you too much talented
You ballin young
Yeah i'm one
That can make it out of crib
And i not clown
With this sound
Make my pockets jumpin'
Tell a bad bitch better lay low (Yebo)
Young niggah pay my own rent though (Rent though)
Now I'm trynna stack it by the boat load
FakiMali, FakiMali,
mi
Pero pidi god pa e por spare mi life
Bo n' sa kico ta next manera weg'i dice
Den un sera di wowo bo por lose bo life
So keda bibo pa bo n' lose bo
outside I ain't got time to play so please don't get wet
It's just me with my young boy at your front door with the teck
Ain't shit for free
That's it
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
Young nigga could have died I ain't playing
Young nigga survived by chance
Thank god im alive when I'm praying
Swear to god I'll ride for my fam
Hope
anybody to
Ever take the same route
Qualified by the streets I was raised
8yrs young when I caught my first fade
5yrs young when I think I got saved
Got my
Niggas trying to survive they ain't trying to go to heaven
Motherfuckers shooting, they ain't even asking questions
It's these young ass niggas, they
Young ass niggas they straight up thugged out
They killas like that little soldier boy cause we livin' in the killin' field
Tombstone soldier rest in
living? Well, f*** you
Once again it's on, the motherf***ing psycho
Ice Cube the b**** killa cap peeler
Yo runnin' through the line like Bo
It's
the motherfucking psycho
Ice Cube the bitch killa cap peeler
Yo runnin' through the line like Bo
It's no pot to piss in
I put my fist in
Now who do ya love to hate
on they necks
To his throne I'ma threat
Man I'm young but I'ma vet
Man I'm right behind you in line n****
And I next
All you n****s wanna be killas
a killa, man
But I will, that's word on my son and my unborn daughter
You meet me by the creek, by the crawler
I'm the on sippin' weight, crush the balla
to play so please don't get wet
It's just me with my young boy at your front door with the teck
Ain't shit for free
That's it for me I demand a check
changed ain't nobody really stuck by meee)
No time moved that home on the road
Young niggas was starving turned that street into a store
Connected the dots
never been no gangsta
But I know niggas
Know niggas from the darkside
There's some cold killas, cold killas
(My man, he used to tell me)
"My nigga, you
say young money
Ay killa you know the rules dip set for life
I'm all about that motherfucking paper ho
This song goes out to all my money making
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
Fuck a cell phones, goin' pagers
It's young low Frazier, shoot good with no lasers
And every shot hit, I don't throw no grazer
Some killa talk,
dats a certainty
(I'm not broke)
But Yo death I can guarantee
(300)
By my killa wid a felony
(He don't play)
Can't let you get ahead me
(Hell nah)
weed so the car's kinda smokey
The Glock's in the stash
Cause I'm dodgin the pokey
Its hard on tha street
Niggas livin like a catfish
A project killa
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