Search results for 'fod live by green day' Page #132

I'm from that Dope Era
Niggas getting bodied for jackets, that starter coat era
Palms itching for that green, Glock, 9's in the sweater
Cause them young

Yea, we real thugs
All our problems solved by guns
And all our lives depends on the drugs so yea
All my brothers R.I.P
Better be dead than not be free

I had a good day so I’ll spill it out, 
Been a long year, been figuring it out, 

With all that’s going on, 
I want you to know 
Yeah I’ll hold you

out the party
Know I need that green on the top, just like parsley
Know this bitch a freak, I'm a fuck her on her carpet
Bitch, by they Benz, tell

watch this the money dream
And you say that money isn’t everything
For those that have it yeah that’s what it seems
But live for a day live by your means

everybody's gonna know my name

Live my life, day by day, alone in my room
If my life was a game
It'd be the Adventures of Nynja Doom
I'm takin' anything I want

lamb chops
Raided by the feds that got Fred shot
Scared of getting caught, 'cause we know it's wrong
Bullets in the ghetto have you thinking it's

turned sixteen like a Mexican
Might fuck around, and join MS13 like a Mexican

Red, white, and green beam this Nina is Mexican
She say, what you want for

let's peek into my brain
Got all the talent but still no fame
Since day one I'm still the same
I'm just cranking up the flame
In the game
I ain't talk

get beat by a teen
Ain't stopping at reds all Im seeing is green
We won't stop til it's red leaving blood ona scene
Im geeking I'm wilding i know I

a pussy ass bitch
No entertaining, Don Julio
I'm spreading FL like flames (Flames!)
And I ain't talking no studio
You either Live by Night, or die

green
I'm like oh well
I use to wanna live the life of a Superstar
Money cars and women, Spaceships to Mars
But ain't judging bro
Music my occupation
I do

and we ain't wishing 

All black  red eyes 
Puffin purple with a bag of green 
Niggas showing they true colors 
Them lines gotta read in between 
My bad

Donda
Give the ho a Plan B, you ain't finna be my baby momma
Oh, you geeked still?
Day one's only, I ain't kickin' it with no new niggas, hold your

2-3	
Burning green like forest fires apologies to Smokey 
8 a.m. wake and bake, L riding with my niggas 
High noon, mid day, L riding with my niggas
Any

out and get me back on my feet (Back on my feet)
Same night I'll be back on the street (On the street)
From day one I was in love with your game
Let's

Okay
I think I still love my ex
This ain't a confession to green texts
Just a coming to grips with a mess
I haven't heard from her in months

brothers they paint like Picasso

Only live once you know that's the motto
Cut him in half like a fresh avocado
These bitches gon' go like tomato, tomato

for real? Conquered and peeled (yeah)
or you end up crimed at will, only the real
Reality is trife by forcefield, but I shield
Police guns'll blast,

buy-polar, only money makes my mood change
Blue face hunnids by the bundle in the suitcase
'Cause I was raised in the jungle with a few apes
Every day, had

yellow, and green to keep white folks from running into each other
By the way how you gon' invent a cotton gin when you ain't picked no cotton?
If necessity

sight
So we just get by
Look up to a sky that cycles through these days and nights
With thoughts on our minds
Like do we even have the time
To chase these

late bloomers, eight in the morning
I know yesterday and last night was rough but today is a new day
That sun rose up with a new set of rays
Go ahead

Getting lost behind the horizon
My feet hit the sand as I stand again
I never preach what I live within
My memory is full of snip bits
Broken