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Live by the gun die by the gun
It's the same old story every time
Billy has passed into legend
The politicians they all still talk the same
The Kid was

buy atleast one gun for each of our rivals
Put the flash on the rail turn the stick to a light pole
D.O.A on the scene left him dead on arrival

the scooter
Do re mi do ti la la so
Dem a wonder why we go so
Man a bad man from a long time
Inna my song and inna real life too

Kplorm yi sangble be ye nluebe

Using ma Heart as a weapon but I pose to use ma heart to love
But I'm surrounded by unloyalty and fake that's what make it so hard to love
They in ma

that it's easier to get shot
Wait a second I'm awake, what a great job
I'm back on my track, this time I won't lose my way
It's a long journey, but I

Dead
Dead
Inside
Cuz I don't feel alive
Sometimes I feel alright
Then time come pass me by
Times a pressing subject in my head
You living for today

long fights
Knowing you got caught
Thought I could win this time
Was it even worth a shot
You ain't even dead yet
But you feel so far gone
Got my

looking for me?

God's not dead, he's sleeping instead, but he'd rather be walking the beat
He lived a long life, for a long, long time, it was a bad dream

No I ain’t got time for niggas
Yea niggas want smoke, well I’m bombing niggas
Catch that nigga in the scope, fresh line a nigga
Told y’all niggas I’m

I stood there
Under the streetlight
Held a thumb up
In the dead of night

Cars flew by
Like stars in the sky
I closed my eyes
To say my final goodbye

to a monster, moved like a mobster, look at what I become,
When you in it knee deep,  you see how the cycle repeat, live and die by the gun,

Lately I been in

bloomer gat you niggas schizophrenic
Mentally I'm iron steel stark left a protege acknowledge all this prophecy of gun bars Philosophies
Embody all this

Only Son Of A Ladiesman

Father John Misty

Fear Fun [LP]

2012

Now painted ladies want to hold my gun
Wonder if the whole time if I'd been acting
When I sang "Moon River" in that silent film
Had I really made

that nigga is dead
Shot in the head I'm keeping a TEC
My guns are automatic they came with a switch " I'm rich "
Finna smoke u nigga's this ain't no

Let's not make at each other
46,000 people died by suicide in 2020
That's about 1,600 fewer than the year before

That's not much
This is the story of two

dime
I really ain't got time
Reeling in the catch like
You know how to catch flights
Step up to the front line
Let me see a gun fight
Bitch you're

go?"
I'm at the preacher's door
They wanna kill us dead
At the preacher's door
We said give 'em some more
This one time, do it fo' sho
But we gon' be

separate my time slots by strain
On a island smoking palm trees by the bay
Blowing smoke in the shade of the seeds I raised
Okay, we tapped out, grabbed out

mayday mayday
Lock and load your gun
After all the shit we went through
Now its time we have some fun

Demons will cry when im dead yuh
At night ill be

that's stopping Robing
Cops don't bother unless it's hands up
But by then ya mans stuck 
Or ya mans is dead bruh 
I won't be that guy sitting 
Minding mine

They be playing it both sides
I ain't fucking with no nigga that be playing it both sides
Cause I know niggas locked up doing a long time
Niggas want

and a quarter man
(get it?)
By the time your body hit's the floor
You're dead and with my team of
Four, your getting cornered, man
Wilhelm, hardcore cyborg

gay? why am i straight? why am i forced to love this life?
Am i awake? am i in bed? i might've played dead for some time!
I'm taking the long way home

to run I yell 
Casualty, nicked in the head 
The gunman clicked me full of lead

Eyes up hold a loaded gun 
The world is run
By the highest bidder
Take out