Lyrics:
I've been feeling kind of low
I don't care because I'm getting high
Baby am I really the one?
Or am I just another guy
When I rule the world will you
iverson
I give the moon light
And fry the sun
Better move right
End up by god and son
You know the code live by the gun die by the gun too
Show em my
sure they don't know you getting paid
Swear to God, the truth
Just might put that on my daddy's grave
To be as strong as two
You know it's by guns
Be a boss with a army, drop the Atari games
Hard cocaine that had my
Neighborhood strung out
Brains numb out, guns out
I was smart high hopes in my
Be a boss with a army, drop the Atari games
Hard cocaine that had my
Neighborhood strung out
Brains numb out, guns out
I was smart high hopes in my
Never carried guns catch a fade fucking knife
This loser buys a 12 pack where I come from
Learn to be a man if you really want some
I don't smoke weed
on a 125
I Had Man Screaming Out Ya Re Bai
Dont fuck with me if you love your life
Hobbiso batcha sutmarin fwain
Ana la 'akhaf almawt you'd cry
I step with
we ain't have it (We ain't have it)
Got more guns than problems, so I don't panic (How you comin'?)
Man, I come straight out the jungle (Man I come
right to the peak and I see you see me but I'm too numb to move so s***
You just see me
Yeeeea that type of high
The typa high where I can't feel my
it up)
Sittin' on the bando steps, writin', recite it for my nigga
He would hype it like, "brodie, I promise you, you the nicest" (you the nicest,
ride
Life is just a chance to rage against the dyin light
This the life I choose it u might say it's foolish
Risky, reward, high, rollin dice, abuse it
Don't get too gay in Botany Bay
Or else you'll surely hang
Or else you'll surely hang," says he
"And after that, Jim Jones
It's high above
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise kid, open your eyelids, cause that last
been scratched
Fuck out my lane 'fore you feel it for real
Nothin' but the real shit
I don't fuck with the fakes
I'm not your high school buddies, I'm
money lay ya
And I know them haters, don't want to see you excel
On the way to Bogel, but them busters always bumpin'
They gun with a story to tell,
Me smoke weed so til' dem call me the most high
Me love weed so til' me gyal warh divorce I
Di mount a guns me have
Ah 240 Bravo and FN Scar and so
Lay your head down darling
the moon is sailing by
The stars are softly shining
The tide is full and high
We'll fly to the edge not as distant as it
Bird flying high, you know how I feel
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Breeze drifting by, you know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
them busters know we 'locotes' for ever
Trying to come up in this game by slang'n the sticky 'loquera'
So if you're looking for 'la guerra'
Don't get
high
Run down and kill
Kill in the name of a lie
Run down those hills
Run after the lie
Pray to the God
Burn a candle now
Then pick up your gun
Kill all
Notorious biggie ready to Die
Snappin off my dome ain gone bring my homies back
But Living by the gun just might get a krakka clapped
R I P
The industry
All
no panda sticks like bamboo catch a opp and going Rambo
WTF you got that gun for, boy yo bitch ass ain't gone blow
Catch yo ass up by that store
Up
a high like Captain Ahab after that big whale
It's criminal
You're the one who wants to slow me down
I'm a criminal when you're around
What makes me
wanna get my jet to leave
(Leave)
Go and play the front nine at Pebble Beach
(Beach)
Set some goals that I'll never reach (Nope)
Get you high, seven
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