Lyrics:
a small city girl (21, 21)
I know niggas in your DM
She don't wanna be your BM
Who them niggas? Shit, we them
No cap, kizzy or a brim
Late night,
get hit and keep moving forward
How much you can take and keep moving forward
That's how winning is done
21 Ghost 21 Ghost
Somebody tell me where to run
got hit in the leg (on God)
Get out the car if you scared
We went through they hood, and we painted it red (21)
I don't really talk on phones
We
made two hundred racks, can't wait to rent another
Shoot first, no room to hesitate, that's how they caught my brother (21)
Spin (21), spin (21)
If
like, no way
These ain't no snippets, nah, these just the throw-aways
I pour the codeine up in the lemonade
And I ain't talking bout no Minute Maid
Got
playing out evil vows
Sacrificing chicken and cows
No wonder all our moods are down
The frequency in the air is a frown
In this all my sorrows will drown
more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun
Fell by your gun, yes,
Fell by your gun
For more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun
Miss
of the scope
I'm out for the kill and I'm bout to be killed
Either way I go it's by my hand
Been like this since G-field
No matter how many times I change my
were just saying, In Arms We Trust
When we live by the gun, we die by the gun
When we live by the drone, die by the drone
When we live by the bomb, die
Step forward or step back
Anyway you will get soaked to the skin
I am 21
I still have no gun
I am 21
The battles only have begun
I can't
Bongo by the way
I'm tryna put my name on it (ooh yeah)
Ain't talkin' 'bout no tat though (ooh no, no, no, no)
Clap some, face down, ass up
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
wouldn't be here
If I believed them back then
My teachers tell me you a loser
Get out my class
You're gonna be dead by 21
Uh back on my real shit
Spitting
fi less dan dat
Kill fi less dan dat
Suspended license back to driving now
Strapped wid di cannon I'm wilin' out
Drive by yuh funeral yuh family crying
Uh,
Yeah I got a weapon, nerf gun
Work done, flirty with the girls, babes waves let me surf one
Most of you are livin out of breath like you a burst
fish I prayed to the Gods
And it rained on us Lunch
Dame's wanna bang on the bus now
Beauty gave me brains till I bust
But I'm feelin way out of touch
dashing.That yout got run out the ends, don't wanna come back like 21 Savage... Like 21 Savage
Like they went camping, got sent packing.They're not around no
the clique, I said
Not By The Hair On My Dummy Fat Dick
And if that tummy have a kick, imma abort that shit
Support no kid, .44 to your forehead if
You talking
war, war
A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon'
back[01:13.35]She aint no pussy[01:14.21]Technology so advanced[01:15.72]That shit modified[01:16.48]Make adjustments to your skills[01:17.79]Got it
existence dont even gotta imagine
My brodie makin motion in Atlanta like a Falcon
If you dont believe me just check out the caption
Ice in my veins by the way
and the blues
I’m really no better than anyone else ‘round here
But I’d planned to start out with my best foot forward for you
I’m flattered you’d look up to me
(21), Holiday, turn up the knob (21)
Street nigga, no job (ya dig), fake rappers get robbed (straight up)
Glock .40 with the Gucci jacket (21)
Fuck
breath if I turn to a snitch
But I'm 21 4L, ain't no way I'ma switch
Break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down,
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