Lyrics:
the back
Eight track slap off the rack, I have to relapse
Po' of the fo' out the tap, break a bro back to the snap
She lives in my lap, eager to give up
your whole steeze, it be in there boo (I need)
On top of that you got the good power-U (to get by)
You're all (you're all)
I need (all I need)
your whole steeze, it be in there boo (I need)
On top of that you got the good power-U (to get by)
You're all (you're all)
I need (all I need)
to nobody lived life by my rules
Wrist locked in chains I grew up in the system Shelburne and Waterville are like juvenile prisons
They took away my
above me?
Aunt Becky and two more fucking
Kids now live with hubby
Now because this hot talk show
Thot got knocked up
Then my top floor block is her
(grrt, grrt)
I got the Drac' in trench coats (ayy)
Send shots up through the window (ayy)
I got the Glock, a gen four (ayy)
We pop his top and then we
back in the beamer with the present tense. Blunt in my hand, gun in my lap. I'm out here running laps, I ain't coming unless I'm strapped. Shit to live
{Sound of a helicopter}
[Officer 1]
Juvenile
You are not a soldier
Put down your soldier rag and ground the chopper
If you don't we
then mailed it to another state
They tryna judge me by my lifestyle, plus these tats that's on my fuckin' face
But I'm a live this fuckin' lifestyle
fo' I spray
I'm tryin' to live up
B.G.:
Young thugger, baby gangsta
Thug or get popped
Off top
Aim my pistol straight for head shots
I release
a closed case ain't no evidence mane
Since I lost Kevin I ride with that fye
Breaking hard down to soft I'm just tryna get by
Rub me the wrong way
thought it was sweet then, now he see I don't pretend
Yeah I took his soul, he got offed like the weekend
Used to live in a crack house, I felt like I was
hardbody
And I got downtown four partners
And I'll go to war 'bout 'em
Smoke weed on the west by my dawg house
Feel like the Godfather and I don't have
Okay, it's game time
Been with this rap since I was yea high
I'm running laps on 'em, I make strides
Someone said I'm the goat, they ain't lying, I
that's how I live as a boss
I get to the bag and by any means
I'm still going hard with nothing to eat
Kick down the door they won't give me a key
I want
live life contented, and not out of fear
I have ever been rejected by people I held dear
Constantly teaching myself on how to persevere
I value my mental
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
TOP’s LONELY
Nocturnal/
Running Laps/
Their plot hurt you/
This a blood sport
& all Ops-to-kill (Obstacle)
Got hurdles/
Look
You get a bag
family killed like El Chapo
Lots of guap and escundo
Drop the top, I'm in a new Lambo'
Let your daddy know, twin Calicos
And I'll kill your ass if you
tell if it's love or it's hate at the top
More money more problems I hope that it's not
We're killing each other I hope that it stops
I'm trying to live
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
tango
I run a lap and I run notes
I'm about to blow and they all know
About to Sell Ticket like rondo
I put it on
She thinking I live in a condo
he got
he thought it was sweet then, now he see I don't pretend
Yeah I took his soul, he got offed like the weekend
Used to live in a crack house, I felt
to kill ya, when ya on top they tryin to still ya
Surrounded by playa haters, how you gonna make a million?
Own boys be tryin' to take ya spot, you think
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