Lyrics:
So much time has been passing[00:05.21]And now look at us[00:09.76]Started off so young[00:11.95]Now we have it all[00:17.00]It's so hard to believe
out
First born to my momma
I come from the place where you're promised
To die before your 21st
You'll be surprised what's underneath the earth
com-pete
Cause like this track, I got y'all beat
By like a hundred fuckin' points
I'mma have to celebrate and smoke
A hundred fuckin' joints, light up
I feel
the rain coming down
Better hold your own now
See the rainbows and clouds
Feel the rain coming down
Better hold your own now
Yeah I ride by my self
I'm alive
bombs like Saddam[00:19.26]Prepare for cold war cuz it never gets warm[00:21.66]G'd up in fatigue purple heart on my sleeve[00:24.39]Soulja niggas will
'em now, down to your bitch
Nigga you sick, fronting like you tougher than what you are
'Til the gun is coming through the driver's side of your car
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,
my G.U.N Gotta keep blicky
Nggaz P.U.S.S.Y Fuck the other side They gon D.I.E
And in M I S S I S S I P P I We done did our thing
Ima savage 21
Yuh, aye. Nah
Hahahaha, yo. Yuh, aye, yuh. What
Yuh, Yuh (Aye, nah)
I got a gun in the bag
Poppin' again, and again, and again
And, you bitch, you
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'
One, two, three
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all a tale
Well, he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
And now he's
One, two, three
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all a tale
Well, he fell in love with a Gun Street girl
And now he's dancing
the face
Of that bloke searching the wire strand by strand for the place
Where the cattle get through, his hands battered and bruised,
But surely he knew it
low, hang tight, under count, overrun
COVID 19, 20, 21
6 feet separate mother and son
Breakdown, masked up, gloves and a gun
Lay low, hang tight, under
'em now, down to your bitch
Nigga you sick, fronting like you tougher than what you are
'Til the gun is coming through the driver's side of your car
Are we honestly programmed to hate one another?
Throw hands, bent arms, release fire on this cold land
New minds confined by old plans
No more
dangerous than than n****z with guns
They make the guns easy to get and try to keep n****z dumb
Target the gangs and graffiti with the Prop 21
I already
young, right from wrong, good and bad
Never knew my dad, but we had mama
Through all the drama and the rain, hard times and the pain
The type of shit that
from everyone
That ever passed you by
Learn to live your life again
Never asking why
I never wanted it to show
I only wanted you to know
The rain came
This place of despair
They call home is a trench
Dig in here
You will die here
By machine gun fire
Or a bomb seared
Shrapnel rains from the sky
Like it's
LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it C known, nigga
to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street
Eastside LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just, slip
Whatchu doing tonight?[00:11.59]You know what I wanna hear[00:13.93]Come over and keep me warm at night[00:19.09]Your skin, so smooth[00:21
back (Aw haw)
I might gaw let it rip (Ouu)
This the life that we live
Young nigga in the 6ix
Drop sleep round 2
Back up by 6 (Yuh)
I gotta get it by any
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