Lyrics:
And he takes time to listen, uh
God love us hood niggas (I know)
'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggas, uh
But he forgive us
Day by
towels (ok)
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers (ok)
They been countin' for hours, gettin' kisses by the thousands (ok)
Money
never die. They just fade away."
"Lucy" "Ahhhhhhh!"
"It was a little cocker spaniel dog, and our little girl, Tricia, the six year old, named it
wonder why they call you bitch
You wonder why they call you bitch
Look here Miss Thang, hate to salt your game
But you's a money hungry woman and you
and when I die
Baptized in eternal fire I'll
Shed so many tears
After realizing, to master enterprising
I ain't have to be in school by ten, I then
Began
He grabbed me by my neck and said, "Here's what we'll do.
We gotta lotta work here, me and you.
The souls of your friends you and I will claim.
You've
I hit it raw
If she have a baby by me, I'ma love her more
Brings food to the crib when I'm laying low
And she know how to roll weed, but don't
Trigger warning, the next moment she took a hit
She zoned out, came back, took a spit
Looked at me said all of you got the same shit
She said, "Michael
bitch was too disrespectful
And only give my new bitch respect
That's power, yes
So now we're next
Can't lie though, I tried though
I'll die
First lady, I just point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, double R what
Better keep your hammer right by your side
my birthday, act like you don't know
I go crazy, psycho in this mode
Can't afford the o-r, I been living p-o
Now I'm getting mula from here to Mexico
life and the next
Because I'm
Feeling like I could die today
I'm leaving my body, fly away
It's alright if I die in your arms tonight
It's alright
next Friday 'cause I got another show
Some people stop living long before they die
Work a dead end job just to scrape on by
But I keep living just
another show
Some people stop living long before they die
Work a dead end job just to scrape on by
but I keep living just to bend that note in two
swerving through the lanes on the L.A. highway
Looking for the next person to make die and go away
Perpetuated homicide after I raid your village
You'll see
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
and early next mornin' he said,
"Come here Paulie Ann, come here sugar.
You know I believe this is the first time there ever was the sun come
And I
Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow
Kelly, they'll be putting your name
Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker
gangsters over here, you gotta die with the broke bitch
I'm the god, I should ride with the Pope
But the boy so hood, I just ride with my ho (yeah)
Yeah,
high, strung, thug nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane, give a fuck 'bout the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass, so
feeling me, right?
(right)
I can't be watching people die
(Die)
and watching people cry
Let me break it down for a minute
If there's enough room here for
Wouldn't you know, a driveby in Missouri
Them fools got popped
Took their corner next day, set up shop
And it's better than slangin' in the Valley
you walking by, dressed in white
Could I be you for a while, walk a mile
Maybe after I die
Nothing out of place here, there are no accidents
I would want nothing more,
Than to be inside your arms...
Here's something I adore,
Being surrounded by your warmth,
Baby I assure...
You, I'll be
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