Lyrics:
Contemplating at the red light
Reflecting what the days like
Feet tired from the nine to five, yeah we all know what that feels like
Working for
Been shootin' far and only hittin' mars
There is more to life than just girls in bars
There is more to life than just gettin' by
Now you drink the pain
talking about rich niggas my type
Get all the loot, wrap it up, bag it up
Box that on sight you know the move
She set you up quick for Jimmy Choo
Maison
for the next holiday
Departing Chicago at 9:52
In clean desert camo all baggy and loose
Sits an Iowa Guardsman alone by the gate
The place sure
vitamin mena
You need to shut your mouth and mind your manners
Gettin high since I was nine
Dead homies, I could still smell pine
And wether I twist my
Jack, Jill (ah)
Catch your life truly up
We dance with pants, wipe bricks off with Louis scarfs
Mossberg in the old nugget, lookin' like movie stars
clearer
On the rip of this straightest of the life that I live
But uh I see em comin before they approach
Just like a stafty slot until you circle
out to Federal Express
And Western Union for life without any stress
AZ by way of Concord, you knew that drop was in
All systems clear, Charlie
this for y'all niggas who are still alive, Rest In Peace the departed souls
This is my story
This is my life and you can't decide for me
When I was nine
you begin to whisper “discharge”
Traumatized by the lies of the turncoats
Who walk enemy ground to go and burn smoke
Five dead single shot glock nine
to see this nigga everyday up at the school
I mean dude was cool type of fool
who always said what he meant
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by
us|To save this woman with her child and the boy with appendicitis|But the wind it blew and the storm it grew and the signal of Contwoyto|They missed by
Uh, we in your life motherfucker
Y'all done fucked around
With the wrong motherfuckers
Now it's on, yeah you better get some gone
Fuck with us bad
To stand here, we had to take chances
And trap by a state campus to
Find customers we gave samples
I talk about the truth to Olympus
Feds gon' play this song
I ain't surprised
Another black man killed by a black
Man with another gun but
I guess sums up every homicide
Every drive-by, every bullet fired
the city
Smoke is heavy in my lungs I feel
The pressure bout to hit me
Shit it's a beautiful struggle
But you move in the rubble
And over time you learn
cried, due to crimes, homicide
Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine
Out of line, pistols barkin' "Ar, ar" ride or die
Write a script, design
And focus on my dough cause I must proceed (must proceed)
Mama used to say Id make it and I take her advice
She was on her 9 to 5, I was out on heists
and rolling
I rate colder than coldest
Getting part of this, niggas don't want no more of this
Never leave you alone in your life, nigga I'm selecting
the first to say +Stop the Violence+
And teach that real bad boys move in silence?
You're soon to see the mind bendin rhyme weapon
Get more busy than
ya life has been took?
No, not by the bullet
But the nigga with the heater
I'm trigger happy, I'll be in demand
I'm in command
So let's move, now you
tell by the look up on your fuckin face (you a bitch)
Boy you ain't never been late so let me demonstrate
But I'm the one with the problems why you
ancient lands
Struck by a futile arrow
Seized and dragged
In the bellows of a lake
Wing and hoof
Create a fountain for the muse
Nine birds
Who's songs no
Hit 'em low like Roberto
Go blow-for-blow; I'm the man
The man'll get the suits like MacGuyver, move like Kaiser
Ain't nobody bustin' liver, fuck
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