Lyrics:
some houses down
Or kill and vent as there's a cooldown
Or get spooked by some killer clowns
Or
Drive a car while playing soccer
Maybe get stalked by my
serious niggas (they up)
But his nephew Tez around surrounded by broke, serious killers (they up)
Tez pull up like, "Damn Unc let me holla at you for
(Wait, Matthew did you make this?)
Long live DThang, nigga
They gave you back a bow, bro, you hear me? (Man, what?)
You ain't get back for your
see your killer
I’m on some crashing shit
Fucked up by the establishment but
We kept it going
Aye you still rap but don’t ask me bout it
I don’t give
know shit
Niggas got weapons
Then they hold it
Pass it off to me and I reload it
Switch it out again and then he aim it then he blow it
We was in the car
streets that I been in
You ain't tryin live the kind of life that I'm living
You ain't gonna make it in survival of the fittest
You ain't really knowing all
if they try to block the lex
Drive by on the baja
Snatch the cartier watch I
Boucnce laughing off like clue "HAHA"
Doc is like poppy, supplying you
rove
Hot to death, cops is vex
I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex
Drive by on the baja
Snatch the cartier watch I
Boucnce laughing off
Safe tryna hustle 'round here think there's money to be made
You'll get robbed by somebody underage
We don't rock brands like Vans, only J's
We don't
up Its Cashin
Run It Up Its Dashin
Yea Yea
You Know I Got it baby
Pull up to church in a Bentley
Right in the front
Parked right by the preacher
I
niggas ask you to marry them
There's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from
Funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them
Reportin' live from
niggas ask you to marry them
There's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from
Funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them
Reportin' live from
heat
In the streets
Where we live and die for beef
In the streets
Hos'll set you up, get blood on your sheets
In the streets
By any means we gon'
thing I gotta do is hit my wrist with the soda
Niggas thought it was over, but bitch I live by the slogan
I told you
Hop in another one nigga
Get
by
Tears in my eyes yo the anger makes me cry
Uchiha burning rage take my shit and you die
I dont give fuck about your reasons or the why
Bitch i use
a real bitch by the way she hold me
I love my TRU niggas like I love money
if you fuck with no limit you never find nothin' funny
and I take it
killed a civilian
2nd time i killed a cop, called by a witness
guess i was actin too Blacc, outside of that building
3rd time i sent the 1st crakkker momma
, we gon' air it
We live by that gang, and that beef, we inherit
Ooh, ooh, them niggas robbed you because you let 'em
Ooh, ooh, I got twenty choppas,
style in Kinkos
Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt
Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt
That's what a nigga get when they
>From my nigga, who live close around the way
Now I got to find that nigga, I'm gonna stalk that nigga
I'm gonna show yo ass, how to keep the finger
thinkin' you gon' rep off me
They gon' find this nigga stankin' he run up on me
Bitch, come up with plenty killers, gotta keep a pistol
Roll with me by
Frank Nitti?
I ran through your city and
Left with my boots shitty
Nobody gets looser than this producer
Coordinate tracks that's live
Three or four cars
to sell weed by lookin at the brown hairs
Chain still blinging I upgraded a few thing
Got a Rollie watch new cars and a few rings u wanna boss up that just
how we move is by design
Cause if I see a cop car on the top flashing lights
I can't just wait to see if it's the end of my life
Tired of running away
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