Lyrics:
I was somewhere two thousand and daydream
I was hot and I couldn't face things
I used to live my life in this
I fell out of sync, audio phasing
We're live in Marin City
Joining the manhunt for
The four suspects in the Marin City massacre
Where six police officers and
Three informants have
is too bad for those people. Some of these people will also die, because they count on Jim, and Jim is going to die, and Jim won't be there when they
Boy, I had a good girl but I'm a bad boy
I noticed all the qualities when it was too late
My name too bate
And people chat my name
I couldn't
Before I fall, for you (For you)
And give it my all for you (For you)
Do you wanna
Live fast die pretty (Die pretty)
Just a good girl gone bad in
mornin' when the paper landed in your yard
Do you know their names
Can you play their games
Without losin' track and comin' down a bit too hard
Oh
mornin' when the paper landed in your yard
Do you know their names
Can you play their games
Without losin' track and comin' down a bit too hard
Oh
mornin' when the paper landed in your yard
Do you know their names
Can you play their games
Without losin' track and comin' down a bit too hard
Oh
twelve
Live wit it, y'all got dough to get get it
I got mine, your little bit of money couldn't stop mine
Your block time, too hot, too many hands in your
Nigga, Busta Rhymes the handsome, I'll hold you for ransom ansom
Like the ghost in a haunted house, I'll forever live in a mansion
Bitches, snitches
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
to make it through the bad times
We was bebe’s in the hood ran the streets in the night time
Gone way too soon but I’ll see you in the next life
Not a day
And if the sunsets
I'm still standing by your side
As long as your by mine
We gonna be alright
This is for that black kid
Skating in your driveway
It's been a min since we ain't been in it I get it but nigga my dawgs back
I'm lit off the Henney I'm drippin' in Fendi forget it it's all bad
Yea I
in they sheets
I thought you just needed time
You gotta live out yo dream
I didn't know it was yo dream to have a team
You see I
Learned too many
she was clearly hijacked
In too much emotional pain for conversation
Said, "Debbie, drop me off"
And from that point on, I don't think I ever heard
a mystery
But class of 2020 you'll go down in history!!
Chorus
We've got to cherish these days
Cause it goes by by much too fast
Enjoy every moment
Cause
Hennesy
Freeride in the house
Busta Ass
Outlawz
Outlawz hooked up with that nigga Bad Azz
Makin' cash, motherfucker
See them
quest
Live, laugh, and have fun, whoever would have guessed
Good day, bad day, they all start same
Eyes open, getting dressed, it’s like your in a game
Reporting live from where reporters die
Newscasters coming too early
Witnessing homocides
Pearly gates forming in the sky as we
Wait for your suit
the going harder
And live the dream you aspire
I trust my guts and I stay in my lane
Too turnt up to get disdain
Perfect picture I fit the frame
Royalty K.M.J
in some deep shit
You coppin' pleas now, it ain't a secret
Trying to be niggas you can't even speak with
You can't run, you can't hide
Bad Boy
With too many good visions
Too many bad dreams
Gotta keep it goin'
Can't go for anything
Feel like I'm in the sky soarin'
Yeah I fly on a plane
Live by
Man ah go hard
Kill an MC then go to my yard (go to my yard)
And if you act too hard then that's a red card
(Serious)
Man ah outside in the driver
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