Lyrics:
shoes
Im from the South bitch, yeah
Finna get lit bitch, yeah
Look at my gang, we pull up on you
Got 40's and sticks bitch, yeah
Trap out the Zone 6ix
your bitch
When I pull up in a sling shot
Hold up let me check my watch
I be ready in 'bout five minutes
Chanel number five, bond number nine
Tryna
Shawty wanna ride
Put my feelings up in the skies
Baby I ain't here to tell no lies
You can tell by the look up in my eyes
This feeling is amazing
What is the sacrifice?
What is the price for my freedom?
I can run to the mountains
Run for safety
With my children
Oh maybe
Oh maybe
I can fight oh
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yea, yea
Baby you a vibe, I want this shit for life
If you're ever hurting I'm here right by your side
Hold you in my arms if you ever need to cry
unprepared
Who would tell it how it really was?
Who dared?
A motherfucker from the West Coast
L.A. South Central fool
Where the Crips and the Bloods play
the country picks
D:Martin Van Buren number eight
For a one-term shot as chief of state
Y:William Harrisson, how do you praise
That guy was dead in
pass (pass)
I just pulled in LA and I got jet lag (vroom)
Lil' bitch gave me her number, I might text back (huh)
I just blew a hunnid K and I ain't
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
Accountability gonna make niggas fold
Tried to blemish my image you turnt to a hoe
Got my number but you go make a post
Them true colors showed from deep in yo
Kalashnikov lyrics with the safety off
Now dance around these
Niggas like Baryshnikov
Street sweeper my words are my keeper
It’s in the ether, now what
You
Killer kill from the Ville, Killer Mike
In the motherfucking building nigga
Y'all already know, Killa kill putting it down
New South Movement,
Killer kill from the Ville, Killer Mike
In the motherfucking building nigga
Y'all already know, Killa kill putting it down
New South Movement,
By the fleet, ain't even sleep in a week (in a week)
Rich city stunner, I get cold in the summer
I got money so long lookin' like a phone number
I
Number 16 died with
A parasite in her chest
Cut down in a second by some
Unwelcome guest Yeah it's
A shame but they reckon
In that neck of the woods
old smokin' squares, and by thirteen smokin' water
By fourteen I was a busy boy in somebody daughter
Rockin' them black Stacy Adams and that fresh
niggas be acting like hoes
Rule number five
Slide by yourself
Show them boys you can put them on the shelf
Rule number six
Watch your bitch
Anytime that
the closure never comes.
So much for seeking safety in municipals.
On a bar up on a roof. A facsimile of fun.
She says she's got a couple lovers.
Yeah he's
from that dirt road
Dirty crown and a dirty throne
Off days never heard of those
Tapped in like a chirp phone
South Park that's my birth home
Judge me by
to do was get my dick licked
Rule number one, keep the heater close by
I can't believe that bitch would set me up, she was so fly
Why do
dirty south!
The fuck is up? What the fuck is up? I’m really in that cut
Really bout the digits, bitch you know I’m know to get a buck
Never divvy up with
wrong I'll stand by you
We don't belong here, we don't belong
We could just move out to the east side
Or the south side of the moon
Under the blue
I was locked up
Lotta time going by
Slowly it's colder in the south
No calls I need a rollie
I been trappin on the lonely yeah
Making people holy
I
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