Lyrics:
and out my zone if you really wanna know
I got Hen and got Patron if you're really tryna go
Oh, you don't know Bamz?
I'm what the music game need
Like
ya knife up out my back
This ain't how you posed to act boy I'm a real killa
I don't wanna die in prison I wanna die by the trigga
Don't cry for me
dala if the tshwala is for free dont gala just gwala its the Cee
Don't dala if the tshwala is for free dont gala just gwala its the Cee
Sy slaap by Mr
your ass lil nigga
Your niggas wanna tweak with my niggas
I'm a dog, I'ma eat with my niggas
Twitter beefing, that ain't me lil nigga
Location
support but they still phoney
They don't play my shit 'less I got Tip on it
They don't play your shit 'less there's a diss on it
Down to die for this
we got a fuckin' mess
Uh, I'm a vet but I'm ready to settle down
I don't wanna know what's next
It don't matter what I do tonight
Cause I'ma know
the mall
I ball like Kobe, better yet Paul Gasol
Nigga already know it's me high, I be fly
I swear that I'm a trouble man like TI
I'll show you how we die if
Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they miss the nice guy but there's no more Mr. Nice Guy
On the real, I done had enough of people
' homies)
Lil' homies on the ride (what the fuck you niggas's wanna do?)
Niggas gonna die tonight (what, nigga?)
let's get high tonight (my fuckin' lil
a home
Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely
Yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken
the fuck up
I'm taking yo black ass back to the office
Keep talking shit
Aight bet
Fuck Mr. Clynch said by a minority
Cause he don't wanna punish
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
Mrs. Parker can I chill in yo car
Mrs. Parker I don't even know her first name
Mrs. Parker she just wanna have fun
Let's Drive to Vegas
Get married by
Who that is? Boy, that's Mr. Stan on business
Any nigga wanna play, I swear to God he end up missin.
Broad day we hit his face, that lil' boy got
Oh
Hmm
Hmm
I don't wanna be alone (I don't wanna be alone)
I don't wanna die alone (I don't wanna die alone, no)
I don't wanna be alone (no,
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
Unfair to Mr. Man, unfair to Mr. Man, unfair to Mr. Man
Unfair to Mr. Man, unfair
Like the way you've given me
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
Unfair to Mr. Man, unfair to Mr. Man, unfair to Mr. Man
Unfair to Mr. Man, unfair
Like the way you've given me
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
paying the rent, now who I'm is?
He's Mr take The Heat, Mr baby Rub My Feet
Mr don't Be Hanging Late In Streets
Mr bring Home The Bacon
Mr you Ain't Hear
call somebody
(But you gon’ die too, nigga)
You don't want smoke
You don't wanna do that
(Nigga, I really live that)
I'ma set that up (yeah)
My lil' boy
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
frontin' like you friendly?
Why did you fear that, held my career back?
Kick it like air max, I don't wanna hear that
'Cause now I see-see-see-see all
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