Lyrics:
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
The hardest thing for me to do
Is to get you, to know me, within sixteen bars
That's the hardest thing
Who is K. Dot? A young nigga from Compton
slavery too!"
Seven slaves were put to
Death for murderin' Master
Fear of slave revolt had
Them developin' faster
You a Cataline killer, ineloquent bastard
hear about me but wassup now
A young nigga young nigga coming up now
We young niggas young niggas coming up now
Money coming in I'm going up now
You
And you were supposed to love me
Then I got a text from your ex
All summer night, reachin' for nine
On stand by, three sixty five
You get high and you
niggas would be
If we united, a nation of thugs, who could fight it?
You was caught in a wild homicide, or were you crucified
Like the son of God, when
If we united, a nation of thugs, who could fight it?
You was caught in a wild homicide, or were you crucified
Like the son of God, when Lucifer lied
Claiming you're a killer when
You a Christian cause it makes
You sound like an idiot
You need to tell these people
Who you really is that Philly kid
Who got
nigga
[Chorus: ]
I'm a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it
'Cause whoever try testin' is gonna be restin'
I'm a young millionaire, Hot Boy,
nigga
[Chorus: ]
I'm a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it
'Cause whoever try testin' is gonna be restin'
I'm a young millionaire, Hot Boy,
a thousand of us like me mobbing the street
When we're starving, we eat whatever's there
Come on, you know the code in the streets, whatever's fair
Blood
ain't nothin but a thang to me
Sellin cane and fame ain't nothin but a thang to me
When you see the B.G.
I run wit' all real niggas
Valence
They liars, at the end of the day, we're fuckin' survivors
I remember watchin' Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
(& THE SARGENT)]
We’re young,
We are associated…
(Yo,
If you here for business and you’re working on some shit,
I apologize).
Too youthful,
Too
Relax when that stick goes by my shooter (wait)
This pack kept you sit up like a doula, shit fire like Azula (woo)
Lord, I mean, I'm only followin'
young
So we live a life like a video
When the sun is always out and you never get old
And the champagne's always cold
And the music is always good
its' heart
Our own hearts were pounding
Our minds were torn apart
By fear! And the closer we got
Shadows pursued us
And when the stone was set
Atop
down, twist the nigga
Your times is up
We gangsters, killers, thugs
Pimps with plenty of hoes
And when you lose bitch, that's how it goes
Bitch niggas we
a notch or two
With fake vice, playin nice, steady watching you
Impossible, the clock when you.. ain't overtiming
The vivrant ways for crimes
who the realest is
(Take money) We bring it too (Take money)
First off
Fuck yo’ bitch and the clique you claim
Westside when we ride
Come equipped with
Errybody wanna be a killer i just wanna make a killin
Dats da difference
If u know what i know do your dirt by yourself
Let god be the witness
Well
need to be unhappy
Young man, there's a place you can go
I said, young man, when you're short on your dough
You can stay there, and I'm sure you
Them niggas stay hating i could never be like you
Say he got hands I could fight too
That boy say he a shooter
Young man we got pipes too
Pray that we
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