Lyrics:
soul gone
Cuz don't nobody make it
Where im from mayne it's so
Wrong
I got angels and demons
Lord please believe me
I'm just tryna make it right
I got 21
way[00:25.41](Scetti)[00:26.21]From where them guns get the clapping[00:28.42]Niggas is trapping tryna make it out rapping[00:31.17]Never know it can happen[00:32.88]Can't get caught
greatness
Now every soul is haunted cursed by voodoo narrations
Smell the fragrance of theses money exchanges
Ranges navigating ranges through these time zone
I'm livin
By the gun bullets spittle
AK 40 pumpin bullets like a sickle
I'm just a head crown
Hold da jeans all white kicks
Watch 30 grand, like I slang
Like saying the problem's over when they locked that man up
Wrong! It's just the beginning, the first inning
Battle for America's soul, the devil's
dazzled by a voice
Obsession is a gun
Obsession is a gun
Obsession is a gun
Obsession is a gun
Obsession is a gun
Obsession is a gun
Obsession is a gun
wanna blow me
Had to get this shit all by my mothafuckin' me lonely
Once I, once I, once I get it
TayK verse
Gun time, gun time, now I gotta kill him I
is in my soul, and so are you
Love won, I give you my gun
I'm riding with you baby, in it for the long run
Love won, I give you my gun
I'm living
protesting
Why the gun blow the brains out the young?
May He resurrect him
Where I’m from
They still celebrate age 21
Oh My God.
When the hood go
still got grams in a plastic bag
Put the gun, brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey
Hey, how the fuck you a plug with no work?
How
the mistake
Don't matter your status they won't discriminate
21, 21 a victim, set him up with a sting and picked him up
No sucker safer than the next, guard
dread
Ion believe in ride or die
Cuz bitch I got soul toes
How you think I get so fly
How you think my soul fly
Yea we Ridin
21 And yea we Stylin
Goin
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
It been a slow month make up the back end you fuck the money up
I ain’t even tracking it no more shit if it come it come
Send it through
the coldest nights
I ain't leaving my gun this my only life
Gotta live like I know it's mine
Who gon' be there by my side
I can only speak for my nine
Maybe
shoes. They were physically
Shaking scared to death. Because certain people, said I'm a radical
I'm a wild man; I got a gun under every arm, if you say
the class of the class of thirteen
Born in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
Raised by the bastards of 1969
My name is no one,
the class of the class of thirteen
Born in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
Raised by the bastards of 1969
My name is no one,
a shame that I keep a gun just to make sure I make it past 21
But I never lack cause they kill us for fun
Got a lot on my chest now my heart weighs a ton
I
He caught her sailing by. Oh no... She's on her megaphone. Oh no
Sounds like a battle song to me. He hears the horses on the street
She's armed
Yea
Gun salute
Gun salute
Let no weapon work against me
Though i walk through the valley of the shadow of dead
My God salute
May enemies never see me
wipe the coal out my eyes
Look in the mirror, see my hunger, view my soul in my eyes
Brush my teeth, snatch my sister sheets, I know she sleepin' deep
to my soul
burning it deep so deep in side - burning deep inside
welcome to the emergency
the new dead get a lot for free
gun shot to the front side
niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get it, but nigga I'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga don't try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's
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