Lyrics:
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
did this to me (Michelle)
I'm right back on my bullshit, right back out on these streets (fuck around and make you famous)
Just remember that you did
going on. And I'm as troubled by it as anybody else,
And I don't know any answers.
[TORI]
Happiness is a warm gun, happiness is a warm gun, Mama.
Honor those that spark me
I spit verses like girls get purses
Some rappers get by and some get purchased
My shape's earthless
I came to earth's surface
girl my girl
switch your girl with michelle
switch michelle with chantelle
play chantell with chanell
lyrical clientelle but i aint a bow cat, i dont
looking at you
'Cause I want you, girl
Show me what we gun' do
I know that you want me too
Got you in my world
Looking at you
Girl I be looking at you
brothers called for my help
When I was still an inspiring, gun right for the firing
Tryna find a part-time job site that was hirin'
Never concerned with
What is going on and it's Michelle LA's 97-01
Radio is what you're listening to first
Thing I walk in the door and right
Behind me here he is Kanye
TRUE GRIT // (Alt Title: Army of One)
Music & Lyrics by Michelle J. Gonzalez 2018
Music & Arrangement by Erick Bolivar
VERSE 1
Gotta live with
nigga? You can't talk with a gun in your mouth?
(It wasn't, it wasn't me Dre)
You can't talk with a gun in your mouth? (It wasn't me)
Listen up, nigga,
body down to the ground
Gotta holla' to my fellas who be hangin' by the
Bathroom door
Waitin' for the honeys dance in the dance floor
Push up
Ahem
Gather round everybody
Let me tell you what happened to Schlerb
On our way from Earth
Oooh, we were stopped
By a cop
Casey, Dan and Schlerb ere
good in the world
We waiting, what you can found in the round
When drop bombs in street people
Hide behind in the wood
If you have the gun we have our
said Freddie Foxxx is here
I been waitin' it, doin' it, sayin' it
Rollin by my motherfuckin' self with my burner cocked slayin' it
And I ain't seen
said Freddie Foxxx is here
I been waitin' it, doin' it, sayin' it
Rollin by my motherfuckin' self with my burner cocked slayin' it
And I ain't seen
The same thing that make you laugh
You gon' cry from
Laugh now, cry later but your time will come
And if you live by the gun
You could die from one
Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That
the truth, shit ain't right
Africa y'all tripping
Whites rich off yo land
They Give you guns & count the money
Black blood dripping by yo hand
Band together,
No chance for my fragile appetite
To be fed by any special ambition
When dreams are broken and fading away
Nobody's there in hopeless night
Cause
No chance for my fragile appetite
To be fed by any special ambition
When dreams are broken and fading away
Nobody's there in hopeless night
Cause
their face is hidden
Harvard alumni
See the ghetto as dumb guys
Give em a nickel for a million bucks of gun rhymes
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la
***MICHEL'LE***
Keep my kids frost like they was born in east L.A.
Told yo' buy yo' weed by the ounce, twins lets bi-dounce
That shit they talkin' don't add
Foreign whips pull up like Obama
Pretty pistol by my side Michelle Obama
Nigga try to run get elected like Obama on momma
This a difference between
Me
Shit, we do this every day, they hatin', nigga, let 'em hate
Bring this Draco to your living room and let it decorate
Some of my niggas Crips, some
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