Lyrics:
head to toe in all black
I'm a show with no intermissions Mary Mack
No yolo I'm a lady with a kitty cat
9 lives, now tell me can you top that
Can you top
Money over hoes (that guap) 3 way nigga
I got niggas throwing 4s (3 way 4 way)
I got problems
I got niggas dead and gone (all my niggas)
I got young
and sheltered
Who will be remembered?
When they fall and they die by submission
We sing the songs
The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers
My hope is gone
It's
(Super dead kids with super dead friends)
(You're inside my head, you're inside my head)
(Super dead kids with super dead friends)
(We got
And I will live for love
Where ever it may lead
It's written from the start
I know it's face by heart
I will live for love
I'm searching for the one who
when I gave birth to him
And that's how I knew that he was a special child
They say "they never really miss you til you dead or you gone"
So on that
when I gave birth to him
And that's how I knew that he was a special child
They say "they never really miss you til you dead or you gone"
So on that
the hand of the dead body
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's
for a check
I’mma pull up in that vet
Make these bitches break they neck
Y'all gone give me my respect
Look I live my life smoke this weed
And do what
friends dead if I start shooting
And my trap bitch bad and boujie
She gone bag it while I'm gettin to it
On my mama
Aye, clutch like Kyrie with the three
like it's Rocky 3
Days gone by
Weeks gone by
Time flies by, faster than you could ever live it, yeah yeah
Faster than you live it, yeah
Days gone by
to a childhood, need to be loved
By parents that was in too deep with the drugs
Nigga, my advice, fuck the black and white shit
Be who you are, identify
death with they head blown
And to those who didn't make it to the morgue was just dead and gone
And hope niggas got punished
Kidnapped, jacked in
Shirt, Black Pants
Blue Steel, Blue Vest
He Dead, You Next
Put A Couple Holes In A Hoe
Let A N**** Know He 'Bout To Go
Put The Pump Right To His
Black Shirt, Black Pants
Blue Steel, Blue Vest
He Dead, You Next
Put A Couple Holes In A Hoe
Let A Nigga Know He 'Bout To Go
Put The Pump Right
Imagine if we're already dead
Waiting to live, living in hell
Trying to cross over to
Heaven we're confusing ourselves
Planet earth's like Oceans 11
We're
though you gone, you ain't never gon' be forgotten)
I know you in a better place
('Cause as long as I'm here
You gon' live through me and other TRU
pro-black I know our lives matter
But if a black man try me
He probably gonna die after
Don't fuck with me
I'm cocky because I get it popping
And I go so
live
Lil b with me basedgod
She gone gimme many face god
Sideshow but the main one
Voice clashing with the baseline
Trying to get my wrist on cape cod
If
I'm a blunt head
Police police want a nigga dead
But I'm not goin' out like that, black
I kick the actual facts in solar
Cold as a Polar Bear, I
not, I'ma pop him
Put the lean on niggas the minute I spot em
Who's gettin' it, I got him nigga dead and gone
Gonna guide em to the cross roads show
through the carnage
Never gone quit
See I live by the sword
Lead by the Lord
Only piece it cannot be tarnished
Fight fear we fight fear and never scared
a slippery slippery slippery slope
(Ooh)less
Life is a trip
I don't do brakes
I ride with homies
I don't do fake
Black lives do matter
Yeah, I can relate
I'm
talking
It's like black folks only once dead in coffins
Black on black ain't a tragedy
Guess news cameras ran out of batteries
Live by the gun, die by
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