Lyrics:
in the night
Put his name down, he gon' fall like I'm Light
I'ma chop him up, bloodstains on my Offwhite
I love guns but put a hole in the Alt-Right
I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down for you
Do you trust me? (Yeah)
Love me? (Yeah)
You puttin' it on me?
You must be, your down-ass chick
I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down for you
Do you trust me? (Yeah)
Love me? (Yeah)
You puttin' it on me?
You must be, your down-ass chick
Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight
Now put that in your little pipe and bite down
Think for a minute 'cause the hype has died down
That I won't go up
Lights out, bitch, adios, goodnight
Now put that in your little pipe and bite down
Think for a minute 'cause the hype has died down
That I won't go up
Your sisters they sit by the window
You know your mama doesn't sit and cry and your daddy
Well you know what your daddy said
Patty, you know what your
up, get my strap, get a bag
Groundhog's day repeat
I'll smash your thot and give her back
So please don't name drop me
Last nigga try me, TV, news
take your bitch ,Ill crush your building
Fuck it I?ll give her children
Swag at a hundred, trillion, Zillion
Bitch Brazilian, hair color chameleon?s ,
home slow with Vons bag in his left arm
He made it home safe and saw his mom asleep
But he could still here sirens down the street
He sat his gun and his
chasing
Blue faces, speed racing
Need it now, get it fast
Bad days
had enough ima put it in the past
Thugging for a meal been down on my last
So I gotta
forging the attitude
The new fearless type
This past, the negro’s past, of rope, fire
Torture death and humiliation fear by day
And night, fear as deep
put a message in my music
Hope it brightens your day
If times are hard, when you hear it
Know you'll be okay a old G told me God's
Favorites have a hard
Yeah time to put it down E
Time to put it down E
EPMD Millineum Ducats DefCon 9 2 G's
Uh huh yeah
Yeah it's like this why'all it's like
the f back
'Fore we out the guns and chest check, respect that
Any girl I met that, hit that love the way I spit that
I don't kit kat, push your wig
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
father figures
And that's the way that Wish got shot by Krayzie, it's karma niggas
I put you in garage mode, mobster, the shots fly
These niggas don't
bad for my health
Or the stab that I felt
But the pain I caused put a hurt on us all
I think I hate to love myself
You told me you would call me by
cost sixty a gram
I got to find me a nigga, line me a nigga
They say, give it up, kid, before I put one in your wig
Picture me thirsty, ridin? 'round
nigga died off a stray
Young nigga put the gun away, or one day you gon' die with it
Pulling trigger is now a habit, young niggas can't do without it
thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by
in me
He put me down back in 1993
And now I grab mic and rock the party
I got Joys and Cheers for Pea by ease
Pea by ease short for family, they
times ten now I am at the brink
Of collapsing from exhaustion I think
Six days have gone by but for me just a blank
So put me in a deep freeze
Lock me up
GOING HOME.
FREDDIE PICKS UP HIS CAMERA.
CARLY: (IN A SWEET VOICE) PLEASE STAY!
FREDDIE PUTS HIS CAMERA DOWN.
FREDDIE: OKAY.
SCENE FOUR PART 2 — AUDITIONS
the streets at night
Felt like I was wasting life
Put down the cling film and picked up the mic
For one whole year never got music money or money off white
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