Lyrics:
And we know that the beast don't love you!
We live! Next door to rats and gats
And the cats in the back sellin crack
We live! Where there's no God in
spit
Ebonics, burnin, that's the shit
And that girl by the bar with the waistline
Shakin her hips (okay!!)
This is the last crusade, I might
Fix your
I bleed red for the masses
I got nothing but love for their daughters and beef with their sons
Streets said we won
And when the wolf cried, boy
They forgot to tell em, I'm Sicilian
50 years go by, his grandson I'mma fuckin kill him
Cause I'm a fuckin killer
Never did fit in as a dealer
But they
pen
But my immediate surrounders got me living in sin
I put my faith in a fifty dollar bottle of drink
Using my focus choking smash on the throttle
a week
And that's just me.
That's just me
There are fifty other cars parked
On this fucking street
Ran out of places
To bury the trash
The earth is
Star-Spangled Banner"
[Chorus: x2]
'Cause see we buck up in this bitch
Fixin' to tear up some shit
Better call 5-0 if you want to survive ho
Shit, it ain't
(that you need)
keep it by the zip to the pound to the ki' (to the Ki')
used to grind for days all night (all night)
now I check my boys Bob P
a G to the end the end of the road
But back in the kitchen at the end of the stove
A T looks like we at the end of the O... drop a fo
In a 20 ounce
tapes way before I heard 50
Hollywood cat's fake, streets stayed with me
Say you want test MOD
What come get me
I don't hesitate rhyme
Buss mine
tips, don't try to blame me
Play caller, get the blueprint, bitch, I'm Jay Z
Touchdown, it was rush hour, like where Juntao?
Fifty shots, Lil Uzi by me
Lil Ye, back in the feds, 5K to iPhone him
Tell the niggas no a couple times, they get to plottin' on you
Wish I would've picked up for Lil Marc when
take me back to Jacksonville
And drive me up mountain street
Lead me into old Paul Snow
And show me to my seat
When God decides it's time for us
It's always understood
We like it laid back, old school in the deck
Cats ride around still blasting cassettes
Better watch your back partner when
You
hundred fifty in this kennel
(In this kennel)
You can tell my bro a real street nigga
He done slip shit (yeah)
I be tryna hide my real
Life from these rap
days a week got
Fifty leven mouths to feed stop
Buying shit i didn't need my
Time ain't free bitch pay the fee
Don't smoke no more just puff the weed
My
a armored truck
Move, I'ma pop up
Whippin' that dope and then trap 'til it lock up
In high school I had 50 bricks in my locker
Sippin' lean it came
W3 ENT Wanted World Wide
Man we born to win, born to win
Whatever the circumstances, by any means,
We born to win
We would of never made it
hot
They don't know when to drop
Like I'm back resurrected, they don't know if it's Pac
Hennessy by the gallon, NBC, Jimmy Fallon
ABC, Jimmy Kimmel,
(that you need)
keep it by the zip to the pound to the ki' (to the Ki')
used to grind for days all night (all night)
now I check my boys Bob P
the dub only put on more stress
So bless
So i sneeze when i want
Im so policed by the world Aint no use gettin cuffed
The baddest bitch got the biggest
they're more pussy than the pussyoles they roll with
Can't be pillow talkin' in these streets, I disown him (yo)
Can't be talkin' about me, I kick doors
back up, I had to keep going
Running hard in the street, 24 hours and im up
23, I got my hustle degree
It feel like hell in this world This is a grown
and duffle bags,
When I got locked,
Mom found the stash and dumped the bags,
Balling on the court but in the street,
Running from police, fifty yard
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