Lyrics:
One spot, gunshots, get the body dem hot
(Chorus) x2
[A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck)
All my niggas and broads we rush the door (c'mon)
Grap your
a stack of black chips
Breaking the whole casino and doing back-flips, man
Cameras eying us, sidebetters trying us
The more chips we stack, the more
gang
Never slip or trip or dip
When I gets fucked up it's gin that I sip
Smokin' on the bomb-ass indo ya know
Chillin' wit' my homie at the show
Sittin'
We let our kids slit their wrists
cnd left the misfits to hang
It's sad how quick man gets extreme
When shit hits the fan
But we are more than just
Yeah look
Man I'm trying to get wasted
I'm with my crew and we ain't got time to have wasted
Wanna get faded wanna get so fucking faded
That feel
of Hollywood lights
Trying not to fail, but the night just felt so damn right
We were laying on the bedroom floor
Young and reckless, together once more
I get closer invited by your eyes
we cannot pretend to forget
forget our silent desire
the city is dreaming
my mind is spinning, baby
The moon is
And the more I get curved, the thicker the skin
I don't deserve this liquor and gin
She ain't seen my DM?
Well lemme delete it and send it again
Cause I always
How you gonna kneel on a neck for 9 minutes
Trayvon gets shot by a mutha fuckin' midget
Freddie gets neglected by a bitch from same district
I'm
most of the stuff
I turned up to the appointment - we agreed there wasn't reason
To get into the details since I was feeling decent
But those months they
Thug ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us,
Y'all niggas be scramblin gamblin, up in restaurants with mandolins and violins,
We just sittin
gettin' busy down in N-O
Gangsta's, get respect from me
And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me
That's on the C, DPG will never break up
There's
the hood, but I'm loved by my fans
Same Dog stance and I get it from my hands
Really don't talk when it's time to do advance
Take a chance on yourself like
Now come to scoop me up around 10, M&M
don't forget the hennessey, juice or gin
we bouts to take another trip so just dip in the Foe
I got a box
knows where this will end
But what's the point of this job, the point of this career if you can't help out your friends
'Cause we're all in this together
together
Aboard this ship of fools
Should we stay or should we go?
How am I to know?
When we bend and break the rules
First past the post, past the mark
Oh shit I just fucked up
This alcohol sucked up
My money honey sorry sonny
This Christmas we're outta luck
Spent away on pills and gin
Past due
crud it’s all in my wind
I gotta forty and bro gotta forty we blowing together just like we was twins
I can’t show love no more
I ain’t never been no hoe
her up with gin
But really who am I kidding? They can't get no fucking gin
Wait, why is it that everyone's around me when they want shit
But when I had
I puts in like ten men
Kick up more dust than dirt
Drinkin more gin than Vin
Well see no El Nino or ghetto tsunami
Couldn't drop up on me so we
I puts in like ten men
Kick up more dust than dirt
Drinkin more gin than Vin
Well see no El Nino or ghetto tsunami
Couldn't drop up on me so we
Promise if I die, I die a motherfucking GOAT
I grab that shit just by the horns and then I slit it by the throat
Need diamonds wet enough for boats and gin
get it
And I'm a get it
Daddy you gotta get it
Don't confuse it, If I got then you get it too
They snooping cuz that go together like some gin and juice
Ohh bitch
You don't want to fuck with me no more
Ohh we through like dat
Ohh you got another nigga now
I got a secret to tell you
Check it out
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