Lyrics:
and wait my lord
Hot summer, people go on vacay
Hot summer, time
goes by so fast
Hot summer, I'm already 25
I'm already skipped
the season 7 times
I started
I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him
Niggas don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!"
Where Brooklyn at?
Yo, BK don't play
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
ride like the Princess
But my cousin Blood yo he died like the Princess
20 years old and dead
BMX days he played the front
I rolled the pegs
My girl want
Huh yea KA KA KA KA KA KA Fam First Bitch
Wen it’s peacetime ya heard me it’s Cam Gotti, Don Gotti
But wen it’s War, General Gotti, First in
near gross a quarter
Mill in one year
A nigga aint even signed yet
Can u fathom that
(Hold up) I really-really get it by the freight load
(Hold up) I
that shit caught me by surprise
Oh why
I’m so traumatized
I got murder on my mind
The judge hit my cousin Meek with 25
You ain’t even got to say pain but
about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride don't like
that shit caught me by surprise
Oh why
I’m so traumatized
I got murder on my mind
The judge hit my cousin Meek with 25
You ain’t even got to say pain but
Oh, six years of my life
From 19 to 25, I've been lost in your eyes
Change comes about in waves
The lines run down my face
But my heart stays in
never knew what nice is
Check the papers while I bet on ices
More than your eye can see and ears can hear
Year by year all the sense disappears
yourself in 25 years?)
Getting high
(Isn't that what you've done for all these years?)
I get by
(Ahhh)
And I try just to smoke this silly weed
(Ahhh)
never knew what nice is
Check the papers while I bet on ices
More than your eye can see and ears can hear
Year by year all the sense disappears
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uh)
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
and misery
Feathers of my wings paralyzed by the distance of my mind
Here I stand before you, the color of the night
Frozen by the potential of me
[dat nigga daz]
5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50, 55, 60, 65, 70, 75, 80, 85, 90, 95,
100, ready or not baby, here I come
Dat nigga daz struck
and sisters
So he had to be framed yo, you know how the game go
18 years because the 5-0 said so
They said he set a fire to a Arab store
But he ignited
haha (hip hop)
Everybody got a lil' story they gotta tell
Niggas ain't heard my shit, hahaha
The life of Bizarre, what?
Hip hop (hip hop), that's
While her siblings is rich living, she ain't bitching
Mama's working two jobs, tryna maintain a living
Few years passed, now she getting raised by
While her siblings is rich living, she ain't bitching
Mama's working two jobs, tryna maintain a living
Few years passed, now she getting raised by
behind
Well life's real busy taking time away
But he always listens to what people say
25 now and every single day goes by
And he still feels the pain
I
Back by poular deman, it's magic
Dedicated (yeah)
When Carlito was dying
He see the shadow of his girl dancing with the baby
Like fuck it,
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