Lyrics:
a bitch a wig Fuck it feel like Boston Rich
Ye Ye
Popped another triple stack that bitch just got me
Geek Geek
Money Guns Sex and Drugs i'm really in
like to get scorched by the flames[01:19.58]I can tellem , bro they know my name[01:21.42]I conceal it but I'm not ashamed[01:23.25]You might feel it
She too tired to talk, lately your thumbs hurt
We miss love and sex bridgin' your son's birth
21 hurts in court by 24
Boy
You could, you-you can
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
Tired of hearing that it's too soon to talk about it
People gone by guns and wounded have become a habit
But wait a minute, it's far from being all
the rising sun
When you live and die by the life we breathe
In the barrel of a loaded gun
Guns talk to me in my sleep at night
And a gun somewhere is
'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
I'm done (Awh)
Better have my funds
Get the money to me stat stat
That back chat I don't want (Rih Rih)
I am more than I was
Blackjack, 21 (21, 21
the guns
PTSD always ducking like I saw the cops
Cos cops still killing us
I hope my son gets past 21
Never picked me that’s how I knew I was the chosen one
feel so i’ll tell the world with the sound of a gun Jesus save me Jesus save me Jesus save me the devil’s details have entered my body i need you to save
a thousand guns, nigga
If money is power, nigga, then I've got millions of power, nigga
Fuck with me nigga, huh?
17 I was chargin' niggas 17
Ridin'
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get right,
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
'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
tree
Now
Sent by G.O.D
To save the word you and me
You never know who you facin'
Who ya chasin'
The life you wastin'
[Verse 2]
I was made by
I'm king of the kongs
I don't understand the feelings I'm feeling
Takes me by the hand no matter my feelings
You got a 6? Well me too
Stop by the pits
the young Capone, he grew up in a drug home
Stranded on the Ave with a blunt and his gun shown
If a miracle, could save us from
The travesty, that we've
My art sharp, shoot your posse apart
Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by done
Whoever come murder fest, one of the best
geekin on sum street shit with my gun
Arguing and leaving too much she must ain’t the one
Now she got me seeing too much
Blinded by her love
And she stayed
dem life and di street wisdom
Some ah dem chat fi di money, some chat fi pum pum
Some ah chat righteousness but dem ah live by di gun
Well I man ah
Woke up so depressed
Now I'm all alone
Shawty calling me
But I'm not at home
Running thru my brain
I got MDA
She's on LSD
Baby save me please
Now
crumbs
I feel disgruntled with the city where I'm from
Who the fuck raised these babies
Watch him walk right up to that cliff
cnd refuse to save him
Mama
I'm livin
By the gun bullets spittle
AK 40 pumpin bullets like a sickle
I'm just a head crown
Hold da jeans all white kicks
Watch 30 grand, like I slang
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