Lyrics:
We stuck
We live by the buck
It’s us
Double the cup we up
Double the cup bust
He not my brother my cuz
He weren’t even part of the slugs
If that shit
Dismantle
The Instrument Panel i'm Powered By The Sun
A Solar Panel before I End These
Last 4 Bars i'm A Spit Something G
For Where Ever You Are
I Take You
run to the money, nigga, that’s 4 flat
I took that bitch down
She love when that young
Nigga Spaz come around
I know how you feel, you surrounded by
halted by hesitation
Tryna find my seat at the table
Ain't make no reservation
Death could be down the hall
'round the corner
That's final destination
With No goers
R4L is the code that I live by
Whisper my name while I'm gripping on your thigh
Have you looking to the sky
Thinking it's all a dream
nobody passing quizzes (Ain't nobody)
I been chilling by my lonely with a few core homies
Been a minute since I kicked it without just knowing
Gotta kick
When is too long too long
Is it after 2 songs 3 songs 4 songs more no I don't care if you play this and like it
Share it praise it
No I care if
died tryin to live better
Did what you had to do and now you deceased
I hope you livin in peace don't even stress that beef
Go head and sleep count
AWOL ONE - RIGHT NOW IS ALL
PRODUCED BY PIGEON JOHN
VERSE 1
I WAS BORN IN EAST LOS ANGELES
ALLEY WAYS AND FEARLESS VANDALISTS
I HELD A BEER
at my team
Entrepreneurs gettin publishin, raw on tour, no rubbishin
Swan drops nukes by law, where we at wit this
Everywhere you see them four byes
Low
The son of Shim sung me hymns
Enjoy the royal smell, golden bells
King Soloman's spells, holy vails
Instruments of excellence, new testaments
the gangstas die young and the rats die faster
So, when my shooter spread this MAC
Live shatter 'round, 'round
Like, "Who gives a fuck if Black Lives Matter?"
four or five bandanas on
Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti
But you check they background, they never shot nobody
They claim they from
mates and get one shot
Two shot, three shot, four shot
Pull up the flavors, I don't pull cards, pull flavors, argh (jheeze)
Hold up, get a whole one
four or five bandanas on
Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti
But you check they background, they never shot nobody
They claim they from
crack y'all two by four yeah
Time travelin' swords rattle we cry battle
Jackets is full metal we be throwin' em at you
Build you a shrine have your
at me
How was I gonna win
My last day to live
I looked down to death
Trial by combat
I gotta give off my best
I gathered all the courage
Man I hit on my
[Z-Ro]
Forgive me for my sins, cause I'm not perfect
Just trying to get it like I live, but is it really worth it
Niggas done fell to my heater,
[Chorus - 2x]
Let me live my life, nigga don't fuck with me
To deal out these deeds, then you die
And when it's my time hope I don't, cry
[Z-Ro]
Living in
and only, Mr robert Davis
Who AKA the King of the H
So you niggas know who the greatest
Don't make me watch what happened
It ain't no more doing no songs
by Cupid
Great credit score but I think
This lil' bitch is stupid
Every bitch turned they back on
Me somewhere in the sewage
Just know if I ever go
I'm
ain't ready
Turned fuked up like Splinter
Leave bebop and Rocksteady
Im the agent I come to make sound sound not fuck around
Come down like four hundred
Family dem
Man ah keep making family smile
i go dey by your side when you need me
no dey disappoint when people tryna see me
Make sure that everything
never liked ya keep a thousand yards stiff
When I'm mashin by, ya pussy posse ain't gon' appear
Like if I hopped out, told ya to run yo shit playa
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