Lyrics:
life shit, it just don't sit on my charm
Take my kindness for weakness then you're not strong
Whole city remind me when I'm gone
When I was down bad
way
So meet us down by the old bridge
And bring your defunct wants
We'll be leaded by a blind man
Gone crazy, carrying guns
And one-legged whores will
You gone have to chase me
You gone have to chase me
You can't slide by
No no no no no
You can't slide by
No no no no no
You gone have to chase me
In
Surrounded by pigs
He a dead man
Said a prayer
Walked out
Guns blazing
He didn't last a minute
nigga life of a lil hitter keep that banger tuck
I left the city I’m chasing a ticket not no average stuff
Bad blood shit left my heart cold like a icy
will
Forging walls with my bones
Sacrificing my mind
No good or bad
Just a fucking cunt
Violence
Guns
The only way to peace is war
Violence
Guns
on
the seven seas
waves are rocking me
to sleep corroded by salt
my enemy
if she is dragging me
to land it shall be
in a pool of blood and piss
you know she's
you n in a minute I'm a veer
Left.
An by the pluck of the jugular see the blood of my lover and then I finish when your near
Death.
I'm sorry but I mean
and so pulling on my gun
Holding to the air, as nothing could be done
Simultaneous, adored by the monks
Utter deadliness, the safety - I assumed
the gun that you never could find, got a Glock 19, let her finish the rhyme
Swear shawty so bad that she look like a crime, just turned 21, think she
dangerous than than n****z with guns
They make the guns easy to get and try to keep n****z dumb
Target the gangs and graffiti with the Prop 21
I already
her top down, baby, she flies
Run run, with the fury of a saint in her eyes
Run run, ha-cha cha cha, bcby, she goes
With blonde hair and a gun
Smcking
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
On his way his way home from Candletop
Been two weeks gone and he thought he'd stop
At Webb's and have him a drink fore he went home to her
Andy Wolo
'Cause the game could be detrimental to ya boy."
I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
call this a flux
Fuckboy better run
Abide by the gun, you gone die by the gun
This that Kel-Tec
Music, music!
Take something off your chest
Chest, chest
I had a partner named Courtney
Dead, pulled by a van, blood gone from his head
I had another partner named Terry
Dead, he tried to flee the scene
I've got a lot of bad things in my mind
The simulation crashing by design
And my mind is dangerous
Don't play with things you don't
Know know
real no more
This a dirty game
I'm from where blood brothers kill each other
Gotta keep that thirty mane
Phillips county its going down
Get gun down for
blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murderers)
We throw slugs, we hustlers (hustlers) we sell drugs
And tell thugs live it up till yo time stops
'Cause the game could be detrimental to ya boy"
I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
when we both was hurting
When I was broke I was splitting the Percs
When I went broke I sold my thirty
Could've gone bad, and that shit hurt me
gone for the gallows to hang
Ah, ah
When John Brown walked by on his way to die
Conviction tortured him
He said, "Man is depraved
And there
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