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Ain’t from a gang but i bang with my bros
Call me a crook but i live by a code
If i do dirt do that shit on my own
And if i get caught gotta walk it
It's a, it's a vibe
Ultimata!
All my homies we all on the studio tour bus right now (ay ay ay ay)
This is Stoney Bob live in a room from
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
suffer then you go on a run, you can go have fun with another one
Candlelight is dying out
I handle the night by crying out
I'm tangled tight I'm fighting
me, ain't no us, ain't no we
That just can't be, don't you see
Mariah, Trigga in Miami
I can't seem to live without your love
Suffocating here by
houses, cribs was always A1, but
We did all that to front that we live lavish
How you gon' live lavish with nothin in them cabinets
I'm sittin' there askin'
like
You feel like you got a chip on your shoulder
Until you finally get the memo, you will always feel that way
Why God, why God do I gotta suffer
like
You feel like you got a chip on your shoulder
Until you finally get the memo, you will always feel that way
Why God, why God do I gotta suffer
political surgery
Some will make it look so easy
By embracing their addictions to a vice they crave
In depth thrives
By mortal lives
Blinding plagues
Talkin that shit
But can you walk it out
Nigga watch your mouth
We ain’t in for the clout
Thinkin digits Big Amounts
Smoke Mary Jane whenever I’m in
I been tormenting myself
Trying not to go to Hell
Trying hard to live by religious rule
I been torturing myself
Crying by ole Jacob's Well
Crying out
front of my eyes.
It's just some ballin' ass niggas down to die for the West Side.
California's the state where all bustas die.
First thought be
rats running by
Death around the corner or right in front of the house
Like migos whole family in one house
The struggling and hustle I know what it's
tomorrow
Lie to yourself
And hurt some more people
Treat yourself badly
Like you are not equal
The drink so good
No room for nice
Just be evil
Live by your
not meant for your diction
Battled addiction in the womb
A crack baby by definition
Keys to ignition with no permission
That mean that I'm driven
dissipate
It's crazy how some people only Live to hate
When I'm talking to brodie Bout real estate
Trying to buy my parents they Second house by the lake
base your self worth off the paper that's in your wallets
Seen priceless live taken by selfish greed and violence
Killers crossing the line cause nobody
the kettle, make another, so I suffer
I'm out of wine. Where's that whiskey and that gin
Settle for Mary Jane…Is that a pimple on my chin
I'm kind of ADD, it's
Intro:
Keepside begins your suffer
Verse 1:
I’m on a battlefield meet me with cuddles
Ready to fight my ammo’s full charge (ya)
What are you
Hadoken
Only smoking on exclusive miss me wit your nonsense
They early birds get the worm first so I need mine by noon then
Just ah lil faded I ain’t
Only two things for certain and that's to live and die
Forks in the road backwards is suicide
Going through the motions equivalent
Securing the bag
I don't want to suffer from the pain
Of throwing
My whole life down the drain
I don't have any sense
And begging for some change
A penny for
Lotta secrets I only told to Fifths of Dussè and my head
Suicidal thoughts running rapid
Wit' a pistol by my bed
I suffer from insecurities
I ain't
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
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