Lyrics:
trying to reign at the top, you’ve gotta go through the hell.
12 be having bullets fly, no Tom Brady.
In the trailer home cooking up shit like blonde
you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,
low for po
Suck cock for rock, get down for brown
From city to city and from hood to hood
I suck titty to titty, they suck hood to hood
If she swallows,
Die by the bullet when they live by the gun
Why I always gotta roll with a face on my shirt
Gotta keep it on me they ain’t taking me first
Why my niggas
bullet spit when I kick em
N****z die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me a G
Hold on tight
You're almost through the night
You gotta walk by faith and not by sight
From dusk to dawn your name will be exalted
Man what you call it,
loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
I've been the latest fashion
I've been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my
be me a little bit
But if you want some problems I could use the adrenaline
See I'm tryna be a better man
My mama told me that I gotta be the bigger
can make it simple, let's just fall in love
Cause lil shawty heaven sent, I thank the man above
Call me if you need me I'll be on the way
She saw me
been tunneling straight into the warden's den I bet you're feel thin
Man, I swear you gotta break out
When you're filling in the banks, filing through
Better ask ya girl I'm so great with my hands
I think the shit's funny, cuz they just be standing in place but ain't taking no stance
I gotta chick in
you gotta ride in your man's benz.
Word to hip-hop, I'm a blast ya.
Gotta set you on fire, cause I gassed ya.
Boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow.
gotta compete so
But you can't beat no case
When you're trapped in the system
The government, want you to diss them
Now I'm back on the bed,
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
Dockery
except my man Chris has been replaced with
a dirty motherfucker with a scar on his face.
Suicidal thoughts run through my brain all day,
I'd never
loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
I've been the latest fashion
I've been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my
what?"
"A million and a half or he won't be back"
"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not, at the funeral, you gotta play the harp"
Yo,
telling you now, I'm special when lit.
Special when lit
Special when lit
Special when lit
Special when lit
The fucking Browns went zero and 9
You're having
or you can start to walking
Cause you're fine, but your face gotta go
That's why we rode down the motherfucking backstreets, ya ugly ass ho
Fuck you ol'
Not one man
Can tear me away from him
By his side
I'm safe with him
In my mind
I think that I can
Pull down my pants
Show the place
Two lips can
Plant
When we were introduced by your girl Ruth
I knew that you got down skin caramel complexion, lips chocolate brown
(I'm wonderin' now)
Ugh, would
we can't be touched
So why'all motherfuckahs better ante up
Cause everything we drop, is platinum plus (yo, whattup!!)
Show me, You're an O.G.
real good
Gotta Carrie me home, Underwood
I'm nice on the mic like a knife to the throat
The nights real high 'cause the bass real low
Right by your side
To be my man's no simple thing
You assume the role without complaining
Our dying day draws closer still
I kill our potential kids with pills
Adding fuel
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