Lyrics:
Perhaps I was never meant to understand
The calm breeze, the cool, the life and death of man
Who put the gun in ya hand, smoke in ya lungs
Let
can stunt 'til my ass dead broke like JD
Or put a hundred grand on every nigga head that play me
See I'm cool with them Haitian mob niggas
That say
the Kidd ain't in it
Put me in a cypher with 4 of the best and imma kill it
The realest, they're debating who the greatest might be
But I'm still better than
as a boy and as a man I ain't gonna lose it to no god damned bureaucrat.â??
Well that bureaucrat got mad and grabbed the gun in Leon's hand and in
got over a hundred bodies
(Get a grip)
I put the pieces into place
(Into place)
Who is this coming in from outer space
(I think it’s Tu)
We in
on the other side
And tell me what it's like on the other side
A hundred or so tense bodies in a black night floating
Over the ghosts below in waters thats
but me is allowed, the VIP section is deep in the clouds
Go ahead and call me a clown, 'cause I cannot hear it, your sky is my ground
To look me in
put it down like a nigga got snuck in the chin
Put it down like when the SGT holler give me 10
Put it down like cement shoes when they drop in
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
places
I'm here to squash it all original will speak
Scarface on your ass from the streets
I left my cut, in fear of a prison term
They want to put
Put it pon youtube then watch the views
It's so sad when yuh watch di Move
All the Don waan kill him fi bring back di shoes
In this last days, gun
at
Violating get you one in your throat
Still dating your heat, but me and my guns elope
When I die burry me with the totes
In case I run into a lil bit
the syndicate
Hundred Phantoms, hundred Maybachs, I guess we're nigga rich
I'll yellow bottle your face in, trust me
Look at all the shit I be talking and no
set out to get funds and
We got a lot of guns, in the back of a truck all the windows fogged up, to get between
Her takes a lot of luck, put a little
seem to all be fam
I put the gun to Cardan, tell him, "Tell your man"
Mason Betha, haha
Come up off that watch now, I mean right now
The only excuse
I put three grams inside of leaf I fell asleep smoking
Woke up 'cuz my gun kept poking my side but that shit keep poking
I wiped them ashes off my
What you think my gun bust ice one
Down in Georgia
Six hours from Florida
Niggas get slaughtered
Boy where I'm from
Problems gon' get solved
By
your face)
Yeah, then put three hundred right in the safe
Met her today, yeah (ooh)
She talk to me like she knew me, yeah (ooh)
Go to sleep in
your face)
Yeah, then put three hundred right in the safe
Met her today, yeah (ooh)
She talk to me like she knew me, yeah (ooh)
Go to sleep in
friend
That's a gun pointed at your head
Wanted man by Lucy Watson
Wanted man by Jesse Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson
Wanted man in
the Raq'
I'd be damned if I ever get caught lacking
I'd rather get it caught with it on me than get caught without it
Cant get caught by the opps so I carry
to count, yeah
Put a dub in lil' bro mouth, yeah
Play with us, we gun you down
How you coming? With a lot of money, hundreds
Dubs gon' take too long to count,
public with the strap, you walk up on me
Let that gun off
Put FN on the map and I'll be
Damned to let it fall off
It's crazy in the trenches
Got a lot
put me down
So dey sleep they sleep with my wife
Look me in eye to see a grown man cry
With a nick nack patty wack
Give a dawg a bone
Homies in
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