Lyrics:
that we all here, dying from weakness
Feel like niggas real till they knowing what's real life
Sealed like the same bags they gon' hustle the deal,
We gotta get away
from the greed and grime
We gotta get away
for some piece of mind
We gotta get away
to escape to freedom
さぁ行こうか
pack ya bags
Nigga this that West Coast Lowriders in the front yard
Old school of parliment, blue cap with the Dodger brim
New strap with the hollows in
Move back
Kate's buff but I don't like Katie
Someone tell Lottie I'mma wife that
Tell her bring her bags round my gaff
Got the game tapped like an iPad
Fly in,
Here come old flattop, he come grooving up slowly
He got joo-joo eyeball, he one holy roller
He got hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker he
Them niggas food is like a broke boat it won't sail
All this coke for wholesale I broke my old scale
Them niggas shooting in the air
I ain't go no
Skrr'in round with bud
In that new Bimma
We coming like assassins
When you see us
36 up in that bag
Is that amnesia
My young boy he got that strap
He
the rails dream away
the amber lights flicker out
an old soldier lives in the dark
says the light only causes pain
Now I don't listen to him
this time
I
life through
Cold night on the western shore
Wide awake and we're movin' too slow
Letters and pictures and old gravel roads
Carry me home
Well you held
of death stranger, than the sounds of a slanger
Burnt to a carcass, I watch the fires spark old
Then I deliver your family a parcel filled with charcoal
thirty five show tour and I almost backed out a year ago
Back in my bag, back in the days, a young nigga trapped out the pad
Couple of ounces, no, it
the Porches with a 45 on me
Michael Jordan watch a young nigga, watch a young nigga (ball, ball, ball, ball)
Old school, new school, need to learn the same
Here come old flat top he come groovin up slowly
He got jew jew eyeballs he want holy rollers
He got hair down to his knees got to be a joker
He just
a felon, you been tellin' like a straight ho
From the jump, you don't wanna see me
From the jump, you just wanna be me
Mayday mayday, big old AK
Big black
Here come old flat top
He come grooving up slowly
He got Jew Jew eyeballs
He want holy rollers
He got hair down to his knees
Got to be a joker
He
(D. Cooper)
My old car gave up at the red light, screamin' ball of hellacious fire,
See'est la vie, adios;
So I hopped a bus with a bag of groceries,
I'm sick and tired of your lies
Telling me that you're good
When you're going out with guys
From your old neighborhood
I've got news for you
Gangsta Blac]
Just another day awaken shakin' off that marijuana
Chokin' in the cut wid smoke in my gut I'm feelin' high I wanna buy,
Want a bag I know Lil
me closer to tha brightness
How can I fight this?
A bag of weed, feelin loco wit my crooks, gotta skeem 4 cheese
My opportunity came so I grabbed it
whoo!
Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga
It's Hov'! R.O.C. niggaz
Jay-Z
Come on the track duh duh da-da
With a throwback jersey and a fitted
Might blow a bag
A plastic bag and an empty cart
Is all that's left of a lonely heart
That once was carved into a park bench
In Father Demo's square
Cars drive
Growin' up, it was tough
We were glad for what little we had
I saw my share of old fair, Mississippi
Dirt roads and Confederate flags
Everyday my
I got bags full of memories
Slung across my back
The pass is getting heavier
Slowing my tracks
But I'm a war horse (war horse)
I'm a war horse
No, we never ever solo
My G that's a no go
Got yaya in the bag
Its a no go with my people
The flow is cold that's fro-zone
Man I'm way past
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