Lyrics:
cracking just like a shell
You got lucky, you were saved by the bell
Please don't make no wish in my well
I will never walk down to Hell
In an underground
Who's the guy who proved I write a bit
Loosened my appearance giving shits
Rude as I, is losing by a bit
But you and I aren't living alike, shit
Go
the project workin' out
They buildin' underground cities
While we concerned about seein' titties
With they secret, commities, and society, orders
They
Ayo, I never had a car, that's why I hate the fucking bus
Took the 61 to Germantown and hear them guns bust
Call it static, headphones on, it's
way[00:25.41](Scetti)[00:26.21]From where them guns get the clapping[00:28.42]Niggas is trapping tryna make it out rapping[00:31.17]Never know it can happen[00:32.88]Can't get caught
carried
A rifle shot gun that he’s married
To end the whole stories
In the soil of the underground that he’s buried
It’s a billion of the tons that he’s
in a taxi cab
And I still got grams in a plastic bag
Put the gun, brrt, put the gun, brrt, brrt, brrt, hey, hey, hey
Bitch, I'm not a human being,
I am back with a new gun
For destroy all the real trash
Don't get up, just sit down
I'm here for clear your mind
Everyone loves you babe
Anyone see
the gun die by the gun
It go bang see the flame
Shine bright like the sun
Better stay away
You either go and get it done
Or be the one gettin done
Live by
the underground, and I'm thug appointed
Got a problem with that speech get your mug anointed
By reverend glock, niggas got they' game all twisted
It's a lot
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
I just need a bad bitch
Ion really need no label
I'm 21 live Savage
So it ain't no place I can't go
And I ball like Magic
But she balling out like
right?!
(Beat Change) V21 Woman 3
Same here!
V22 Woman 4
Me too!
V23 Woman 1
My husband said,
Dear woman, “you’re out of your head!”
(Beat Change) V24
shooting and laughing
My ratchet blast on top of you bastards
Committing sins in Cincinnati
We'll drive by in all black caddy's
A 21 gun salute
Your
side LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it see known,
your gangsta
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta
Is what they sayin' to me
I shoulda been done come wit
If you can't tell by now, I like guns
Sitting on the back porch
Chewing on a haystack
Thinking 'bout the ways that I'ma
Give my baby payback
Lord
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
can’t leave the game like I’m Vince and I love the rush
You was living out yo momma house when you was 21
I was renting out these bitches houses tryna
So I do it by my own self
Do it by my own self
All these ma'fucka's giving no help
So I had to do it by own self
Do it by my own self
Do it by my own
can't keep a good woman down, no, no, no
Even though he's got his gun, yeah
Run, Harriet! Under the cover of night, yeah
Go underground down by
niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get it, but nigga I'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga don't try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's
as drawings
Was it worth it for you to be king when the thrill is gone
CHORUS X2
‘21 Grams’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson
VERSE 1
I wonder what
Eulogy say when you die young: "A spirited chimp but you're quite dumb
Turned into old man at 21, wrote up a note and he bought a gun
Two weeks passed
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