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left in our lives I mean, my crib look bigger through my son's eyes And the squad look bigger to the young guys And my dick feel better when you
on TV live On channel 13 but call yourself a gangster? Nigga, ya better stop doin all that dry snitchin When you know it ain't real, 'fore somebody come
eyes 'cause I be higher than most Been on the plane for twenty hours, and wasn't tired Live by the code, money power Once I got on, my niggas hired
able to control this? I know some fok' that live by the levee That keep on telling me they heard the explosions Same shit happened back in Hurricane
at a lower state in this life that we live here in today In the United States of America I love you, son, and I pray for you God bless you, shalom
at a lower state in this life that we live here in today In the United States of America I love you, son, and I pray for you God bless you, shalom
live channel number 2 My momma told me sideways I would have to get outside find my place My momma shares my migraines Look too hard at me might get
weed Skunk with no seeds! - A sip of Hennessy. Pass to D! - Or maybe movin' solo! Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no-no. Tell me I ain't
got weed and potpourri See, shit he might flee if my son got her Gangaz brung 151 and Rum Chata Police blotter, even though I ain’t done nada Ayahuasca,
heart and hope to live, while I hear my mama cryin' Mama sittin' and watch her son just grow from such a little angel Morph into a creature, she don't
that wants to perpetrate When I go out on the streets, I get lost for days Buying weed and beer from what my hustlin makes Gettin fucked up and reppin
on my face You can meet me by the docks Boatloads by the case Tiger head on the wall With the marble fireplace I'm cuttin' right to the chase Son, I'm
savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold
savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold
What's been done can't be undone Son, we can't care Cause the last days and times are surely here Snakes and flakes get blown, by the righteous ones
confined I can't see Son's mind like a bum knee Mine's number one he Left you tongue tied One time Go out on my roof Go out on my roof I just go out
If god had a song to smoke to this would be it All the rappers I know be talkin bout' that street shit But they dont really live it I swear to god
son at some joint By some man who didn't give a fuck where his gun point You never know what niggas have been through We just worry bout the parties
Ninety miles per hour I'm like "fuck these punks!" It's the land of the free son, you only live once You a smart motherfucker or you stupid dunce? Music
the weed spot, pounds of purp, bowl of cereal Cartoons is on, my favorite shit is The Smurfs Now I don't slip when I'm down in the dirt, cause by this
get my currency in stacks California's where I'm at - right? Passed by while these niggas wonder by I got shot but didn't die Let 'em see who's next
if she's bi then we might date her In ass like vibrators more class than five acres Skipped by five players who played with five lakers Laugh now cry
talkin' 'bout some real life shit Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit Way too concerned to be conceited I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em, Lord
I was born to be a soldier! [Chorus: x4] [Fiend] Bringin bags and weed Lil Fiend live by the soldiers creed Of broken no seed in the botton
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