Lyrics:
blew that boys brains out
But will it change, it's like niggas is free but our
minds still in the chains
Brothers killing eachother, the blood spill
I said I'm steppin' out with my niggas tonight
It's Young Money, bitch, and
You can do whoever you like
You can do whoever you like (hey)
I said
'Member mama found my sack and I seen her cry (made her cry)
Nah, I ain't gettin' high, mama, I'm gettin' by, mama (ooh, yeah)
Ayy, this 732 keep my fly,
I'm limited, breathing like it's my last air
My boy in and out the box, super stupid soldier
Told me if he could do it again he'd do it over
holes covered where we stay at
And everybody's playing for keeps, most people pray that
We all make it up out this godforsaken place that we've been all
[Puffy]
When night falls - that's when it all begins
Be prepared; we can allow no loose ends
I highly recommend y'all bring your arms
This is no
excuse it
She said "If it ain't chopped and screwed, It ain't music"
She say I never take her out, we went to eat at Houston's
Sometimes I doze off, that's
a couple scriptures from my grandma
Sayings from a preacher
But can't live out these standards that we heard it takes to reach 'em
But when I look at Jesus
mean, buck-fifty the long rips
At any moment it could get funky as armpits
When they comin' so fast that it fuck with your conscience
Out-out-out there
to ball
While waiting for this pussy ass job to call
And it ain't hopping
Got me tipping to hear them things popping
Cash bags dropping
With plenty
until they close the curtain
It's him and I, Aquemini
Twice upon a time there was a boy who died
And lived happily ever after but that's another
lading boy I'll bomb the state
I ain't come to stay I gotta post bond today
2 million in the bag, I ain't wanna brag
You don't know the feeling when
ain't often that you see this many niggas that be
Wait hold on
Playing offense, on the fence when it's sloppy
What if I told you i'm fallin' in love?
the announcer
Bound to get the crowd
Bouncin'
Yes and it counts and
In this corner representin' the
Best in the west
Died from four bullets
Two in
the announcer
Bound to get the crowd
Bouncin'
Yes and it counts and
In this corner representin' the
Best in the west
Died from four bullets
Two in
seaker high achiever
I can't fall in love with a no goal boy
Boy boy boy boy boy boy
Headaches
I dont do no headaches
Had to kick her out the condo she was
ain't playing fair
Drive by walk down up the murder rate
I ain't going back to jail Ima do the race
Nigga say he want smoke well it's in the air
Niggas
it, bet I got it
If I don't bet all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay up out my business
Ball 'til I fall, flossin' til I'm finished
I just go, get It
I do this job dirty
Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
Niggas ain't seen time I travel courts & dream crime
My room like
tail
There's no bail, not thinkin bout jail
All the ends, are justified by the means
When Jack's on the scene
Track the movement, don't lose it
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
I deserve to play, it's been a few days, ain't showed it all
I go outside and breathe, roll down my sleeves and have a ball
Still got these bills
And then a friend of yours is a friend of mine
All I want is a seat, all I need is a beak,
I live the life like a rhyme, still standing in line.
But
Ay bruh, I'ma tell you on some real shit homie
You know what I'm sayin', you can't let this shit get to you dog
Know what I'm sayin', it ain't no
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