Lyrics:
, fokkit dis a Friday night
Sex, here fokkit, my brains fried
Ek's sien nog 'n poppie daar by die sokkie
Ek soek dis chicks lip-stick op my dip-stick
Ons
about it
Choppa to the bully when we land, that choppa nearby us
Niggas be tryna stand by us, just to get they level up
He hit the baddest bitch he had
die in the prison
Catch a bullet wit my back turned, God forbidden
To be the next rapper to die, what if it was me?
'cause see ya now face flashin'
a vybe
I just wanna pull you closer
You the one I can't get over
Need you right here next to me
I feel alive,
With you by my side,
You a ride or die,
My
Sing a lullaby and I'll die
Sing a lullaby and I'll die
I know that you're trying to help
But I need to be by myself
I'm in too deep like Michael Phelps
yo, Bio Killaz, Tha Klepto
Let's go here we go, time for you to die
Grown man cry wit a shank to tha eye
I despise muthafuckin lies mind paralyzed
Wit
here
Think that I could die here
By the moon and the stars i'd like to go
Lot of things that I probably don't wanna know
Life goes fast what do you say
people die
(die)
And watching people cry
Let me break it down for a minute
If there's enough room here for you and me
There's plenty of room for some
linguine with the best scallops
Shit, I knew we was the best before I met Khaled
Chasin' lettuce out here lookin' for the next salad
I'm from the East
here dreaming
Dont die now
You got too much love to give
Dont leave now
You gotta live
The streets ain't safe
The game gets rigged
All said and done
Ice-T, let me kick my credentials
A young player, bred in South Central
L.A., home of the bodybag
You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag
I used
my people on the front lines
People, my people are dyin'
And we see it all the time
Don't know where our future would be
If he's not here, how do
absurd
Then I saw Sasha walking in, sitting front of me
Dima next to her, talking, whispering
Barbara, Vika, Roman and Makar
Alexander, Michael two,
Yeah I said Michael out of the game now
Yeah I said Prince out of the fam now
Yeah I said MJ not God of Pop now
Yeah I said Chris auto tune dog oh
Yeah
I love you daddy
Longevity
I love you daddy
Gotta look ahead
When trouble coming' at you both ways
Life look at you like checkmate
Ya next move
But am I giving my chest?
Plus my mind soul body
Like joining illuminati
Killing any fuckin body
By putting them haters to rest. ( like uh)
Here ye
the game I'ma die
But if I die or should I say if I go
Bury me in Hiram Clarke next to the come and go
'Cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
The only
to grieve till the next one pleads
On his knees to a cop singing, ""I can’t breathe!""
Trayvon’s mothers trynna hold on
Even though her baby boys gone
stressing
Come over here dada lemme teach you a lesson
Bonnie and Clyde we ride or die on a come up
Talking late nights we be vibin till the sun up
No we
Uh, AK on my nightstand
Right next to that bible
But I swear with these 50 shots
I'll shoot it out with 5-0
Pockets gettin' too fat
No weight
worries
I just wanna hit and run like I ain't got insurance
Ho, whats yo name whats yo sign, Zodiac Killer
All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter
Yeah
not alone
Anywhere you go, I follow
We are the children of the sun
That's all you need to know
Bitch I'm a moon walker like Michael, sky walk all over
to bed stuy I'm the best out best choice yah the next guy Go to war yah I'm on a roll top of my class like the honor roll when I die they gon know that I
and flip it kind of simple
Brothers say, "That's fat," and do it on the demo
From a demo to a promo now a hit on the radio
Next thing you know, they'll
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