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Momma left us to the system
And we all to fucking blame
I been in and out of juvie man they know me by my name
Yeah we from the same place
But we
that what determine the outside of me
I been out in the cold so long shit the cold don’t bother me
Every other day its a drug sell its a gun shot its
You're a velvet daydream
Mixed with Amphetamines
Got me hypnotized
And the kids sell rock
In payphone umbrellas
Keeps them up all night
Pull out
and hair done 'cause I'm rich, I ain't trippin' on it
Changed my mindset and I went bossed up by myself
Look in my eyes and see a hustler, I sell 'em how
brains out
Ill blow his mutherfuckin' brains out
Nigga I got your back
You got mine
Lets keep it comin'
Throw your guns in the air
Uh-uh no time
One two three
People pullin out their guns
One two three
Guns fired off everyone starts to run
One two three
Shots going off I ain't talking about
wasn't from there so they pulled out
And robbed him with the same gun they shot him with
They put it to his head and said, you're scared, ain't cha?
He
or you sell guns
Either way you finna be a plug
Southside we was raised by thugs
Grandma always pray for us
Tell the truth that ain’t saying much
Fueled
They told me they gon' get me if
They do it's by a long shot
But we gon' keep sendin' shots up
Until my heart stops
Know they wanna see me dead
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
reminder
I'm a survivor
I'm playing russian roulette with a fully loaded god damn gun
Cover the bed with my own blood till I feel numb
Feel the squeeze
dummy brick, I compressed it together
Before he came already had a tester together
Think you gon' get one up on me? Never
I up the gun on whoever
My best
chest
And say I'm the best
Ima shoot when you run
I can't hear you I'm counting the bank
I
I had to sell out the bank
I
This ain't the easiest thing
Why
a Dutch, a bitch to fuck
A six, a truck, some guns to bust
I wish it was that simple, the last emperor, hit yo' ass
With the nasty Nas, diary, get out my
a Dutch, a bitch to fuck
A six, a truck, some guns to bust
I wish it was that simple, the last emperor, hit yo' ass
With the Nasty Nas, diary, get out my
the culture?"
"Why don't you bring it back to the Bentleys"
"That old school club, not the car"
By the way, can I hold your show?
Gottz pour out some
You ready? Yeah
You know, you know
Crack head, smack head dead body, court room
Hospital, grandma drug deal, gun tucked
Hit lick, dip out fence hop,
Mild apprehension
Blank dreams of the coming fun
Distort the odds of a turnaround
Gut screams out next to none
So turn it on
Tune it in
but I do it so well
I'm half the reason these games even sell
Don't call me evil, I'm just out for myself!
"Don't get me started on Sonic
That hedgehog
Jordan to life
Sat my ass upon the corner 'til it started to bounce
Clock scratchin', reach that and started her out
It wasn't long before I was goin'
Jordan to life
Sat my ass upon the corner 'til it started to bounce
Clock scratchin', reach that and started her out
It wasn't long before I was goin'
(told me)
But papa never showed me (showed me)
So I live the life of a thug
And all I want to do is smoke weed, ride, and sell drugs
Token guns
Show him I made somethin' out myself and not just tried
Show him the house I bought the fam, let him tour inside
No matter how far ahead I get, I
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