Lyrics:
if you don't die, then you try again (yeah)
You get your angel wings, then you fly again (Jesus, fly)
Ain't no 'I' in 'team', it's a 'I' in 'win'
when the devil came
I let him take my life again
Mamed by a shot at point blank range
Sunshine and kisses
Is now depression and rain
If I could fix it I
guy from the ends
I want it imma take it with my hands
These jokers they don't even understand
You see the way they move they ain't even with a plan
trigger finger itchin'
I don't like to dream about gettin' paid.
You ain't gon' hurt nobody like Kid 'n Play.
Ain't nun sweet but the codeine nigga.
Eyes
yappin this yappin that
Talking Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rap
But I bet if you put a pen and pad in my hand
I could write it in your face my
Southside
Pull up and wreck (yeah), pull up and
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you
Pull up with the spark, hit you in the dark
Well I'll be damned if I ain't John McClane
I'm stuck in a bad situation, and for once I'm not to blame
It's clear this Gruber fella ain't my homie
particular spirit
I learned that I don't have to sing that song just because I hear it
Even if it's my inheritance
I learned that there's a link in between my
And don't forget the HP and small ass hamtraning
I'm talking 'bout Detroit, understand it, God damn it
And if you don't know the places I called off
You
by 32, I feel obligated (Yeah)
I say nigga don't want no smoke, you ain't no carburetor (brr)
Try to kill me, I come right back, Arnold
No need to prove that I still got it
If money's the convo im sold
Don't bark if you broke
I Need me a bitch that is bout it
I gotta feed all my bros
I
to the moon
You need to quit bangin' under false pretense
'Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So
in disguise like John Gacy
You got one plaque and it's not even your song, I got 80, uh
Lately y'all are lazy
Waitin' to be carried
Lotta y'all are
's Mergo!)
If I can get my own bag, I don't need to sell (Huh?)
Brodie got the drop on the suckas, send them straight to hell (Pew!)
Eat the beat like it's
ride for me yea
Thats how i know your the one
Cause we both see the damage done
Broke through each brick wall on by one
They say if its broken replace
RIP Nip (Rest up Nipsey)
Even if you're flat broke (Broke)
Life is a gift (Life is a gift)
So continue the marathon (Marathon)
Cause it's money to get
Can't get caught in that fame
If I go broke I know they gon' leave
Growing up in my city I had to hustle
See momma ain't have it
I had to get it off
like I ain’t made shit
I don’t care which one of you niggas block hot, but I know my tape is
I was broke needed a fix up
No record deal I see records
addicted
But now I'm fiending for your strain
Since I moved out to the bay
How we gon' pass this jay?
If we ain't even in the same space?
Can I get my fix
a bag ain't nobody get mad,
If it don't make no sense just know Imma pass
If I get me a strap, then I can tap That ass
With consent, so nobody running
now
You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop
I ain't bull shittin' make a mill when I rock
Three players in the game and it's a major
Bitch you
CatTalk blunt look like a Louis Slugger but I don't play baseball
John Travolta when I see the opp cause we gon' face off
Keep a .223 right by my hip it
you
You can take everything if you leavin'
Ain't tryna say I'm perfect but I'm decent
I ain't goin' back broke for no reason
My drip, it might leave
on the john
If I had a million bucks
It wouldn't be enough
'Cause I'd still be out robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough
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