Lyrics:
life, shit, I got guys that gotta free
Juveniles don't get no life at seventeen, he was eighteen
They gave him life so we gotta pray and believe
to ride.
We didn't care what we did,
time was nothing to us we were just kids.
Times are different now, but you still get stuck,
I'm not a kid no
a nefarious death
For the ones we protect? A precarious theft
Of the juvenile's craft for innocence
To ridicule with diligence
Their muted, youthful elegance
wait)
Hmm, you don't understand (Wait)
I got my own bitch, yeah
This for the team this is for all the times
We ain't have no cheese
Hot boy like
is born, I been doing this too long
To let you newborn thugs try
To come on strong
Since a juvenile I been making streets hot
While I was runnin' from
followed by some bots that is no flex
Uh, flex while taking shots
That's a bow flex (Whew)
Yeah, I'd rather post a pic that has no text
(Yee)
Hit a stage,
in the streets
I'm fully in it bitch, your shit is juvenile to me
We can squash it, go 'head let you warm up the crowd for me
I hate to even be like
is my style
And if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now
And get 'em with Juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
You
a problem
Juvenile delinquents so to speak
But understanding isn't learned from punishment and anger
An iron has no gentle touch and love ain't learned
flyin’ in this shit
Takin off for flight teams, where we flyin’ Lil bitch
I’m takin way off
No more pressure on me, take this weight off
Fade the pain out
spare nuh rod & spoil nuh damn child juvenile affy cry me wave de belt high
Bout yuh ah chop Ee line and still naav a dime likkle bit too prime so wait
to take a loss (she went bad on me, y'all)
Damn, it hurts to take a loss
Time passes by, I'm asking, "Why?"
You match my fly, no cap, no lie
Trophy,
tattoos but Ian got no wife to beat
Thought my dawg was AC GREEN they gave him 45
Trynna take off with my team but that’s gon take some time
Prolly think
a handful
Because I made it on my own, with no fucking help though
This is for the team, man fuck all the beef
Because I am purely about my green
Oh my God,
tattoos but Ian got no wife to beat
Thought my dawg was AC GREEN they gave him 45
Trynna take off with my team but that's gon take some time
Prolly think
live, you get it is the way a nigga play it
Niggas ain't fightin' no more, niggas bustin' your head
Sendin' you to your grave, it's do or die, cousin
tuberculosis, folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake
for the team, a team player We high as beam, a green laser, ah ah
High as kites, what a rush, they just fly by
And you can’t fuck with us, homie, why
I walk on water but I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water but only when it freezes
Why are expectations so high? Is
It the bar I set?
My arms, I stretch,
feet
Get down get down get down get down with a King
Get down get down get down get down with the team
With da ah
With da oh
With da ah
With da team
crooked alignment
There's a number one blocker in large orgs, there is no denying it, (Nuh, uh)
Bring together two different teams, there's escalation
to ride.
We didn't care what we did,
time was nothing to us we were just kids.
Times are different now, but you still get stuck,
I'm not a kid no
no chaser
Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
Put you in the back with the derelicts
Yeah, I pop plenty shit
Chump, I'm making hits
No time for
Fuck that I just keep it Authentik
Three thowwow no pretending
Basses loaded in the 9th inning
Home run whole team winning
Bonds when I hit it
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