Lyrics:
want to die young but everybody gotta go
so pass me the stress release 'cause even Bill Cliton smoke
Chorus(3X)
nigga we riders (riders) for
always escaping death
(How?) and when gang pulled up in BG
Lerkz ran off and he left his friend (Gone)
But we don't talk 'bout that
Or back out phones,
my scene
They left me down to die I guess no body heard my screams
I'm in a wes craven movie it seems
Hitting my stride away from death
Just to be
Look, homicide is illegal, death is a penalty
Never let go when you've got ahold of your enemy
Eagle claw cobra clutch by any means necessary
I'll
Look, homicide is illegal, death is a penalty
Never let go when you've got ahold of your enemy
Eagle claw cobra clutch by any means necessary
I'll
every dime I make, every soul I know
Hire by reach, the farther down I go
This old broken back of mine is all I've got to show
And anyway
A working
dollar bill
Where I go I make that dough
Door stop at reporter, get toss pesos
Ill, LA not like the past
I rap just for the cash mONEY!
I like money, man
I'm gung ho
They sayin', "Girl, you ain't Jamaican, accents got to go"
And I say, "Hell no, hell no"
I got Jamaica in my lungs, it's that good hydro
then bill it (Natsgottracks bitch)
Get me a drop, I'll draw that bait
Tryna turn man off, broad day on the mains
Do it and dash, don't leave no trace
Unless the bills have green faces
The politicians won't give a fuck
The systems not broken
It's flawed by design
At least that's what it looks like
From
dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this bitch
I'm in this bitch
I got a hundred dollar bill, y'all
About to spend this bitch
I'm in this bitch
Who got
stop, go ahead
Sitting in your car, just listening to the bars
And there's traffic all around and you feel like falling down
And the music that I'm
Where's the old you when I use know you and go loco
Flew through all of the rides like you were a plane going solo
Now you're all low
Mellow to shallow
Down
See this pain in my eyes
When I cry, rain get in my ride
And they death took me by surprise
If they was here, they'd be by my side
This Sunday I'ma
acting crazy this is hell this ain't no heaven
Be careful what you say watch out for Bill C-367
Care to know? Where to go? When this world's a sleeping
fact we're sinking under
Always down through history we're living cramped in weakening structures
Upside down priorities, our spending can't all be
chasing a fake dream
Im just Tripping on lsd, Embracing reality
Now im falling down the rabbit hole, how far can i go?
My mind so clockwork orange
Every
go to school and pay bills is hard to do
I see you fool so go on and do ya thing
But when you tired of showin ya titties give me a ring
I like a woman
a hat trick
Can't be concerned by shots that miss
I go off, they cannot stand it
They want me to cut it out, want to crop mad pics
I'ma blow a fuse, I'm
Maybe they find me by the tats on my face
Looking like somebody died that day
What about an escape
Looking at death,
Knowing I die someday
Have I met my
Poppa always had a knack for attention
His grind
By itself
Is enough to remember
Never lane switched
Kept a humble game
Yet his claim to fame was
WWYDF$$
Ay fuck the morals, in this corporal state
I’m agitated
By corporations playing life or death with ration payments.
Trickle down, trickle
took Ls to see niggaz win and niggaz failed. Probably wishing blessings on niggaz that wish me death or jail. But that should tell u Jesus walked
to find you, and deal you that hand
Don't go down to Nuttal & Mann's
Oh, Bill don't turn your back
When you hold the dead man's hand
Broke nose Black
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