Lyrics:
is getting slaughtered
When you caught up defenseless
We in the trenches on the offensive
Runnin' through machine gun fire
And barbed wire fences
a look
Really just tryna get some paper
You might find breesh on-a jug
They love watching me
I must be TV
They love watching breesh
Let's get bread
Just
買了新衣服我換了頭貼
除了衣服還必須換雙球鞋
我從後台拿貨 從來不用抽籤
沒抽到的那些人 抱歉 I sold it
除了新歌還有很多在籌備
就算太多沒營養的散佈在了周圍
不用擔心我東西不合你的口味
就像跟駿哥出門從來不用破費
You know my girl too bad
你的女友想要倒貼但他不配
Told her
the truth, shit ain't right
Africa y'all tripping
Whites rich off yo land
They Give you guns & count the money
Black blood dripping by yo hand
Band together,
I’m coming
I’m tired of running out of bullets, how you ain’t tired of running?
This could be a baby party, I’ma still sneak a gun in
Brung sticks
I was drowning at the bottom they all acted like they phelp me
Had to swim out by my lonely use that water as a weapon
Make myself more vulnerable
Chino bring the bikes out
Got fifty guns in my trap house
You better off fuckin' with the White House
I'm the realest youngin' in the fuckin' world
I
ass gun
Mm, so you better get back
Mm, your boyfriend broke, baby
I don't think you could fix that
Uh, haha, yeah old broke-ass nigga
Hit the bitch from
at ya crib from the blind side I dropped ya
Knocked ya, teeth out ya mouth when I popped ya
Sent you upstate to get a gun from ya poppa
Yo live
a millionaire by the time school ends.
Fuck my life on the run
Just to walk i should stay strapped
This the life of a convict.
The blunts in rotation
Thee
Pull the trigger on my loaded gun
This is what we've been waiting for
I can't wait any longer, longer
No you weren't my first love
But you were
better than you, there ain't no way
You always took care of the kid back in the day
Even though I'm 21, you still take care of your son
And I put that
got the text
Like he think he bout to rump
Pants to his ankle, to his cap is a gun
One shot to his melon like nigga you done
I'm with the guyz we
a tank
And you know im in the cut to pop out i cant wait
I can’t go out like rico, can’t go out like Ace
I can’t go by myself I keep him on my waist
I said
very mean
19 20 21 Get away from me with a loaded gun
22 23 24 Food is what I'm ready for
25 26 27 All dogs go to heaven
28 29 30 Everyone does me
to these niggas i ain't average
Five days down, 21 like a savage
Niggas don't rap they get saved by some ad libs
True shit.
Me and all my niggas came
One night
When me and my mom was about to go to bed
All the doors was locked
Then when I had fell asleep
My mom had heard three gun shots
It was
become boss
When I lock you up, you no go fit talk again by then you go fumble
You be robber, you be fraudster, you don hide gun, you dey form gentle
Small
the days
So fuck what they say, cause ain't no coming back from the grave
So when the gun goes pop and the lights go out
Then you'll understand what I
'm nearing the line
'Bout to cross over it I just lost all my wit
There's a gun on this side but I'm not holding it
Pick it up now you're all throwing fits
the mission, even if you escape me
But now I need to realize that maybe I'm in control
And what's the point of leaving, the gun is already smoked
I'm choosing
Light
When You Ain't Got No Life
I'm Your Fireman
[Verse 2 - Drag-on]
Who The Fuck Say Drag Couldn't Come Back ((He Said It))
Now Where My Gun At,
gone by the time they come
You can't catch me
The war is already won
Even though the children have sold their guns
We must remember the fallen ones
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
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