Lyrics:
down down down
I hate your guts,
Good mornin', how ya doin',
This everyday, that's how we fuckin' do it,
I'm out the door,
If we not both movin',
a 4 way take A Zip Out (Ha)
Keep 30 round in my clip now (Strapped)
This a FN this A Big Fye
I'ma roll a 100 dollar 3.5 (Say what?)
You know my trap
this shit
With all his heart, slid out the dark, right before his B-day
He caught a body, then he went home to see if mom's okay
She said, son, I know
(boss shit)
All'a these bitches stay mad (stay mad)
Keep runnin yo mouth ho (lil Ho)
Fuck around and get dragged
Gucci Gucci down (down)
Gucci Gucci down
to keep the shit raw
Rich stay rich and the poor take off
My nigga, it's the '99
Niggas is out here dyin' getttin' down for they crime
Crime suspect
girl maybe I'm blessed
All the conversations
Dirty talks on occasion
Know that one day she wishes that I was taken by her
Cause love is what she feels
skills in observation
Gotta live up to expectations
To stay alive just one day more
How'd you hear me walkin' by?
I was sneakin' sneaky-like, yeah
Guess
it's chicken wit' niggas I'm winning I might up da score
Got the drake throwing jabs every time that it blow
I'm ready to kick down your door
I really
(T)he town of Holcomb Kansas
Stands on a lonesome plain
Farmin’ there’s a hard row to hoe
Hardly ever rains
The good people who live there
By
of the streets (I know)
Live bad to die good
Know how to move when hustlin' by the days with no food
But just so I can eat (fuck)
And ain't it a bitch
And if
Now I'm sick and tired of your tedious ways
And I ain't gonna take it no more
Oh, no no, walking out that door
Burning my bridges, cuttin' my tie
out there know just what I'm gettin' at
Who thinks it's wrong 'cos I'm splittin' and co-hittin' at
Well if you do, that's OPP and you're not down with
brothers out there know just what I'm gettin' at
Who thinks it's wrong ''cause I'm splittin' and co-hittin' at
Well if you do, that's OPP and you're not down
on the sixty-sixth level
My hands bare lambs blood, marked on my door step
Your first born swept, while your snake ass slept
Words to Live By, the human eye, can't
the pockets and all the jewelry
Glass shattering, blastin, niggas scatterin
Scat, takin three to four to the back
I'm back motherfucker, live broadcast
Show
is the first week of July by the way folks. About three or four days
later... we must have got there around the 30th of June. Anyway, what a great
Don't know where I'm going tomorrow
But I know where I'm Going right now
Living day by day in the moment
Going forward , chilling out and slowing
never waved back
High grass, four flats forward with the front passenger door mismatched
Blacked out truck with the rifle rack
The hunter checks his
sick in bed
See, I will love you till the day I die
But never love you enough to live a lie
So three snaps up, three snaps down
If you want to be
make you wish you
hadn't stuttered.
Verse 3-(Mystikal)
Slow down, they see me an say, THAT'S HIM,
that's that bastard,
an as soon
a mack like Goldie
But I never let the strength of this money control money
Niggaz is somethin like pimps, the Rule is an O.G.
I make three G's a day
GOIN’ ON—doin’, not talkin’—runnin’, not walkin’-- trust it’ll all work out
GET GOIN’ ON –reach a bit higher--get reinspired--open a different door
GET
door
All them race for the money at the end of the road
Fully-loaded by my waist, I'm bout to explode
I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny
Fifty racks for a show
Bro had them packs
He moved em' by the loads
Run out of a bag
Then we call for some more
We switched up the game
Now they call us
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