Lyrics:
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
relate, you ain't a artist
If you got a canvas and just splatter paint
You standing in front of a landing plane, your punchlines are landin' plain
Stop
Macklemore the attacker
Sack you up in a 'lap bag
Tie it shut in a trash can
Break your back with a bat
Man, wish you died in Afghan-stan
Never wanted it so
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
minds
I can picture all their mothers crying
Nightmares of their sons dying
Close my eyes and I see guns firing
They ain't changing niggas not hiring
nigga
I don’t know why
I don’t know why
I don’t know why
With u today and be dead by tonight
No it ain’t right
Most of my niggas they stuck in a cage
How you say you gonna ride for me and you ain’t no shootah a nigga tryna get them birds! off you a loser.
I’m in yah hood Black Friday, gun to your
start to flicker as your hand moves down your thigh
If your mother knew what you were doing
She'd probably hang her head and cry
And if she thought
taking pics on instagram showing off her bubble butt
(you like my haircut? wait until it grows)
I used to love this slut!
Fuck you and your mother slut
I'll shove my gun down your mouth
Like what was all that woopty woop about?
Greed is good
I get all this dope shit, you wish you could
I'm in
And it hung in the sky like a star, just like a star
He followed a light and came down to a shed
Where a mother and child were lying there on a bed
em how those guns blow
I'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin' four lanes
Top down wit my eyes closed, got a death wish
Money, drugs,
down, and grabbin' his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
'Cause they'll slam ya
down, and grabbin' his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
'Cause they'll slam ya
In a flash I'm in and out like a dash.
A sprinkle of your mother's fairy dust that I in trust to pass
Through to you, not through the random fibres
Musetta
Quando m'en vo soletta per la via
La gente sosta e mira
E la bellezza mia
Tutta ricerca in me
Ricerca in me da capo a piè
Marcello
Legatemi
ova nuttin'
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' mothafuckas up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from
and used to hit it from the mids
Fix your playground player or
Some kids'll come stomp in your sandbox
Swollen hands cocked back
No knives, no drama, no guns
leads to your demise
In a pit no surprise
All just end the same fuck your lies
Battled this monster inside all my life
By no one but my words I'ma stick
daughter had a dad then yeah mightn't be so broke
Push you farther than I have I understand you had to go
Walkin' paces tie your laces
See you coughing when
Imagine coming home and you see your mom, tied Up in a chair, both feet in arms, and
You can tell by the look that you see in her eyes
That
em how those guns blow
I'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin' four lanes
Top down wit my eyes closed, got a death wish
Money, drugs,
fathers built the tools of war by which they all were killed
Their mothers made the uniforms, showing which side they were on
And the young boys were
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