Lyrics:
don't mean to cut you because we're almost
I just wanna hear the, before the "way"
I don't ever want it to end
If I had my way, I would never leave
, myself, me, my dope, me and my chrome
Got paid by cops and judges, I budge when I buzz
I got the City of Long Beach goin' crazy for drugs
I tellin' you
catch me, this a Hellcat (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
How you get your pistol in the club? I don't need no wristband (nope)
Your big homie look up to me, you
family that you got is in a gang
And the only way to make it is by sellin cocaine, but I'm sayin'
Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk
so we could kick it
Right in front of his lenses, nothing here is malicious
You sat by me in that movie, we went outside for them doobies
We walkin'
perplexed and I'm vexed cause everywhere i go
people be flexin and expecting me to wanna flow
I don't play that the only way that i will be playin
as if I pay
or you'll break my heart for me
'Cause I don't want to walk without you
No, siree
Last night, I waved goodbye, now it seems years
I'm back in the city,
the world if they don't know
That what we have is real
Wanna shout it from the mountains baby
That I love you, but if they don't hear me
I know, you know, we
Rather than death, walkin' on heavy steps
It's a great place
But I ain't ready for Heaven yet
So I told God put me at the back of the line
Matter fact
to see it baby
And you was out here doing the same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car? And did you let him,
the beef, I ain't touchin' your hand (aight?)
I don't fuck with chumps (yeah)
For those that been to jail, that's the cat with the Kool-Aid on his lips
Don't matter just don't bite it
And don't spill my cup
And I don't want the bottle
Unless they sell mine up
She wanna fuck in my car
So we fucked in
don't ned ya knocking at my door, oh
Stay by yourself
I don't need ya, I can't take no more
(Backfired) I'll no longer play the fool
(Backfired)
to see it baby
And you was out here doing the same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car? And did you let him,
to see it baby
And you was out here doing the same thing as me
I wanna ask, has he been by the crib?
Has he been in our, car? And did you let him,
Ready to start shit? (OneHunnid on the beat)
(DY Krazy)
God come and take me out, this side all wrong
I don't wanna live here no more, I
I
a nigga like me TRU
So I don't play that game that you hoes play
But I won't stay where you stay
Now, this be the time where the 9 be like buckin'
I gots
deserve to be a player
Don't make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
man
I'm a general, don with the crazy hype game
You don't like me, wanna feel my knife game
Killa Hill son, they don't like where I live at
Came
hurtin'
And murder's a common courtesy, for certainly
R.I.P. be on the shirt, search, lurk, murk, squirt, dirt, first (forty-eight)
My nigga doin' four
I sell and I cop shit
Like Father Like Son, well, I was adopted
I told the Birdman, "Stunna, give me a chance"
But I don't even wanna tell you what
one of em' diss me, I'm surprised
I ain't trippin', listen good to my reply
Come here lil' man, let me talk with ya
See if I can paint for you
if it ain't bout money I don't wanna rap (trap)
Og D watching over me so I don't never lack
456 you play with me you get your head cracked (yeah)
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