Lyrics:
And I'm not giving up and I'm not slowing down
And I'm not giving up and I'm not slowing down
I won't give up yo I'm following my road
And I'm not
the door,
Shop was down the road,
Didn't wanna miss the show,
On TV, then,
Five feds, that were parked in a VV,
Jumped out, with their waps,
Soon as they
solid since a toddler, I won't never change
Hammy downs in the closet, now we on to better things
Banging on the door, I'm coming for it, standing on ten
the hood three times and fucked everybody's bitch twice
Mother fuckers talk about it but i live that pimp life
I got pimp blood which is pumped by the beat
I
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys-keys open doors
Yugh! Make your skin crawl
Press one button, let the wind fall
Who gon'
hitting the road
Get hit by the door
We don't kick it no more
Your snake, turned fake
Big yellow tape
It wasn't me
I was chilling down the street
Getting
three times
Bitch, I'm 03, so I'm watchin' out for one time
I can turn a hater to a motherfuckin' punchline
Down later gators with a motherfuckin'
a storm
Upgraded, this ain't even my final form
Can't say you ain't been warned, you ain't on what I've been on
I live and breathe and die by this
This
don't...
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad he sees
Just like him best the other way
Spider web (repeat 3x)
What Ray Charles said...
In Ray Charles head
All I
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
the drop, sittin low, 84s lookin dangerous
My swagga got me in da hood lookin like I was famous
My naked wrist look like it got hit by a couple of paintas
I'm
strong like I'm Neutron rules of the night so
I know one thing for certain two things just for sure
Got things ma I'm working I'm clean by the door
Set
the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say (Thug Life, baby!)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
you need girl ima hold you down,
If you need a lil' dough we flipping got somewhere to go I'm whipping,
Be a love hustla whatever you need girl ima
the evil lives
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be
the evil lives
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be
down this road
I made these 4 agreements with myself I try to live by
But I still mess up on the regular, despite
All my efforts cause I'm just a man
York, is where I'm from
So keep it on and you don't quit
That supercalafragilisticexpalidopeshit
So next up down the line, Ant Live
[Ant Live]
Yo,
and a twenty
I pulled out the 3 ones cause it was the least that I could do
Rolled down my window half way and called for the man
He was sitting now looking
touch down
She said I'm to much how
Do you know my naaaaaaaaaameee?
4 doors down I'm stressin out on love
I don't know how I got in this club
Pocket
door
All them race for the money at the end of the road
Fully-loaded by my waist, I'm bout to explode
I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny
on the glock shot yo door in it's a grab and go
He ain't showed his stash 556 left him six below
In the kitchen sum like Franklin how I'm making snow
Long live
With the knowledge of things that I know now
I would be by your side when you needed me
Instead of asking you, "Nan can I go out?"
Standing on road
to leave that bullshit at the door (Yeah!)
No need for that
No need for that
I’m a SoCal head knockin’
No stoppin’
Flow droppin’
Little bit of weed smokin’
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