Lyrics:
runnin
Rest In Peace my nigga Herb
Ain't deserve it, the world crumblin
I'm speechless
Got that news had my nerves jumpin
I'm tweakin
Drunk as fuck off
Gee
The brother who rocks so viciously
I said the age of one, my life begun
At the age of two I was doin' the do
At the age of three, it was you
Straight up, Stapleton PJ's for life
The Moet you pop, twin Glocks
Save the whales, save the whales
Free Willy, my name's Willy
Save the dolphins, save
Streached up in hospital beds, fed fluid
Two bullets hit my leg, one passed through it
Saw the blood and the hole in my calf, looked through it
My life's
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol for my niggas
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
So this A&R over at Roc-A-Fella, named Hip
was a rule book that's not a good look
Nah I use it as a tool for living life to the fullest uhh
Guidelines help me stay in line with the Ruler uhh
I
, nigga)
West Side (for life, nigga)
You raise your glock at my clique (we'll take your life nigga)
It ain't no thing for us to blast
(And twist your cap
bitch, I'm noddin'
2017, was stuffin' cheese in my Robin's (yeah)
Thirty-three percent THC, breathin' toxins (Ha)
Who you think you stoppin'? (Ha)
Tie him
off the lean, bitch, I'm noddin'
2017, was stuffin' cheese in my Robin's (yeah)
Thirty-three percent THC, breathin' toxins (Ha)
Who you think you
stop we found another strand ya'll
Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll
Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely
Amsterdam a place called home
A game for those who seek to find
A way to leave the world behind
Snake eyes
What a great life
I ain't got no time
I'm afraid of being forgotten
My
And you're not licensed, can't get a move on with no transportation
I'm on my way to achieve what I need in my life
I had to wait for the stars to align
muh'fucker
We'll shoot yo' noggin
Mike Amiri's sagging off my ass
We don't do no Robin's
Unc' play with 'bows like he Robin Hood
Lil' brodie masked up with
got the recipe
I just met two down hoes and they say they're besties
I just tell 'em no because I know they like the rest, see
I don't like to flex but
life isn't workin'
No sex, but you're dreamin' to get inside of a German
Went to jail for a stabbin', came home and done another one, like my knife
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
You niggas too buddy
Speak like you know me
But none of yall know me
Wake up in Robin Jeans regular for me
Damn this really my life now
Tell em all pipe
and drug paraphernalia
Searching for Benjamins all my folks lost in the tenements ah
The life and times of Michael Barber volume two
I flew the coop, threw
wit you
Chorus
I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life
See girl I need you, I need your love to survive
I'm gonna stay right here, here by your
reply
He cried as I pressed the heat against his cheek
The I squoze two times for the homie rest in peace
It was a year to this day that my best friend
to make all these checks
All these checks
Life is short RIP Triple X
X
X
I'm not 3
I'm not 2
I'm up next
Next, next
Gotta go gotta flex on my ex
I had to fight for my life by giving out death
It might not sound right, ill choose when im laid to rest
Take flight im out of sight, leave them cold
whisking it up and whipping up both
And I'm doing up two things up on a stove
That's how my life goes
I sold these grams and I fucked bare hoes
Too much
the Buddha bless bless my head and the eyes are red
Comin' for ya, 3-2-1 nice to know ya
You wanted to pop junk
So now it's like a little Vigor
I outta
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