Lyrics:
I remember 16 I was carefree
In the basement smoking on my dad's weed
I had the yellow Sony boombox
Listening to Biggie Smalls and some Tupac
Back
Uh, yeah
Ain't no interlude
Said she in the mood
Grab my tennis shoes
People ask me questions like the police, no more interviews
Gin and juice
Finding it harder for me to explain
The fact that I'm tryna do better by using my brain
Instead of investing in a new gold chain
To match with the grill
and bags of weed laced with hash
Women and men selling their bodies
Just for some trinkets and petty cash
And a quick high for a limited time
And time keeps
to the Ceiling
Like we on a pill or something
Aye I'm surrounded by some niggas That'll go off That'll go off
Off shout out tru that nigga there the real
off these ten toes
And sky dive
Way too many shots inside drive by
Guess i was never meant to hit the sky line
Can anybody out here show the guidelines
stride, rob shop rite & hack markets
raunchy I’m resilient, I need to harvest by a million
new grace affiliates, black comets crash by a new dawn
im
[Chorus]
When you see somebody stumbling when they walk by
Tell 'em "hey kid, walk straight, master your high" -> Slick Rick
Droolin from the mouth
Disease, infection, over night I die slowly
Covered in corn stalks
Protected by the oak trees
Freeze, motherfuckers
Get your hands in the air, motherfuckers
mic I'm breakin necks
Run train tracks, like stand by me, lookin for any dead body,
I'm grip like a pitbull, leave yo brain gone like Muhammad Ali,
Two things I want, yeah
Money and the power
Want the money and the power
Don't stick to the script
I don't get paid by the hour, yeah
Want the money
have patience
Love is what you make it, so let's make it
Make no mistake, that
What we do is breathtakin'
I been by the phone waitin', waitin'
You
nawet ktoś zdrowy po to by
Spokojnie żyć. Powiedz to tym w obliczu śmiertelnej choroby
Mówisz to w oczy im z procedurami giń. Żoden szał pał
Życie takiego
Still leave these sucka ass niggas in hearses
By the way, I finally sucked my own dick
Leggo!
Snap
Live from my grand-mama's basement
Camp Crystal Lake,
To the otherside like Jim Morrison
Guzzlin' gin wondering if I drink more than him
Scary thought
I got the juice like Barry Bonds
I ain't tryna blend in like
a dimebag, but we couldn't buy the Philly,
Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on
The special. So we got drunk, snatched purses,
Mayne it's
and you getting' blisted
Got a dime bag, but we couldn't buy the Philly,
Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on the special.
So we got drunk,
mic I'm breakin necks
Run train tracks, like stand by me, lookin for any dead body,
I'm grip like a pitbull, leave yo brain gone like Muhammad Ali,
the front
Nice sack of chronic with some gin in a cup
Back up I stack up the weed
Tha Pound and the Row is my only friends
If you talk shit, I
in the living room gin
A life with a plan nine acres on a land
Building self by yourself helpin out a fellow man
Prepare for the essence when
verses and their phonics
And by then I’d was sipping gin and tonics
But to be honest all the summers weren’t fun
Maybe I was wrong but I ain’t the only one
all the pushing they was doing
It was done by me
We spitting Sparkin Sipping dark
Then silent slidin you clues
They been against me from
not a state of mind that anyone deserves to live in, and yet I need it
Because what I used to get for free just by being 19 now costs an eighth of weed
Ain't gotta tell you where I'm from
You should know it by the accent
Steady dodgin' police
Chevy with the black tints
Schooled by the OGs
I done
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