Lyrics:
me
What you needin My poc getting pretty
Am finnnnee Am fine by the way you
Know my fuckin pocket's fckin pretty
By the way I never take the pain away
waste
MAYDAY, not okay yeaaah
Life goes on, you cannot expect anything
I pour up, rather just not feel anything
By myself now, just want your body beside
VERSE I
Left alone in the line of fire
My people all done dey go most don retire
I'm all alone by myself ain't nobody else
All i see is shadows
In the name of "Dead or Alive"
一か八かの get on the mic
Till the end of my life
磨くスキルに限度はない
REP F.P シブヤ DIV.
Too many people すれ違う日々
歪な gimmick
things get better for you
'Cause I'ma make things get better for me
And keep it Doggystyle, hottest thing out the LB
The L-L-G wit D-P-G by the sea
We
it, every land we hit it from sugar to shy,
adrenaline pumpin, ready to ride, gotta get my guys,
can't waste no time, it's first of my life
malicious, 'membered for meltin' mics be my mission
We milimetre speakers, M&N, back to back rap, relax
You featherweight cats can catch this
P.U.R.E one
on my hat in
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Drive by homicide
R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I die
Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English
Background extra energy
Fluoxetine makes me pretty
Life is easy half asleep
Lobotomized 50's Betty
We got a mayday nuclear meltdown
I'm a display
live life critical
So won't you bear witness while I bare feet?
So you can walk in my shoes
And get to know me
But anyway, this for my pops
On his lunch
And she stay by my side but we not siamese
She like the way that I take care of the gang
And I be with my dogs like it's Marley and me
Remember them days
I've been the same way my whole life
Screaming Mayday it wouldn't go right
No one can save me I'll do it on my own, right?
Don't wanna owe my soul
wonder if there's a restin place for killers and gangsta niggaz like me
Me fucked never lost my life and sold my soul to the devil
I hope I die in my sleep
blunts
Casamigos got me drunk
Got one life
I live it up
Um kicking shit like a punt
I smoke P's by the month
Imma do what i want
Backwood full of runtz
it "Ride high dro burn my brain"
Gotta let a boy - I re-earn my thang
And my five pound germ might sing
A song - if you wanna sing say "Bling"
And if
the Dom P, watching Gandhi 'til I'm charged
Then writing in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical
these niggas get p-noid
Gem star make a nigga face keloid
Our 16s'll have your crew destroyed
LOX them niggas you wanna evoid
LOX is that hard life
could take nothing and turn it into something
Take that something den make some money
Then times that by hunnit ching ching
Cuz that street life and 9
cases
And I ain't doing no time, for you
My life's in a whirlwind
But instead I decided to move all my things out the house
So by the time you make
sweated by these under covers, who can I trust?
Got my mama stressin' thinkin' it's a drug bust
Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached
We
of
Yourself as you stay away from me
Amy says, Amy
Wait for the pay day, to feed my baby, won't cry for a mayday
And the spike, I like, forgetting the misery,
Held, by giving life all you're mental
Health want the world to do well, generosity Ain't around, a child's curiosity put in the ground,
This don't mean
Living a life not made for me
Living it so fucking recklessly
Laying my head down just to sleep
Being by myself is all I need
Another day broken
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
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