Lyrics:
and every day, true player way
I can't get her out of my mind (wow)
I think about the girl all the time (wow wow) (a que tú pare)
'Toy 'recho a la más
[supreme]
Ain't no time to waste, we in the race
All my peoples wit me, they try to get to first place
M.f.c., way for life, I'm here to let you know
to make a movie ho
I take my new bitch to the mall
Me and my new bitch yeah we ball
Said we be all up in Neimans and shit
I be on the cleanest of shit
Hol'
Guns to bang ya wit'
And we put it on records to entertain ya wit'
I'm grown with pains way deeper than Mike Seavers
Our uniforms is white sneakers
I'm really alone
I know you won't help so just leave me alone
Just stay by my side through my rights and my wrongs
Isolate myself tryna find my way out
old's drinking 40's with clouds
Drunk fool walked by with his wallet and key
They took it all and left them in his BVD's
To much and 2 Dope got booming
Take you kingdom come
Black soul to match the lungs
Trashing tracks for fun
These silly rappers wanna jump the gun
All your dying breaths sound so faint
the ceiling
(The way that)
Some whisper all about a fellow sister
Like a bitch got a gun between the thighs
She wishes
You out to get her, come and find her
On the humbly, why'all trying to come for me
Sending chunks for me to join a gun for me
Don't get it twisty
I'll leave you laying with the tumbleweeds
I'm
'yeah yeah'
Se pone moja cuando suena la palla 'yeah yeah'
She like all that shit, spanish baby my spicy lil bitch
And the way that she lick on her lips
Dead presidents to represent me
Mad nigga just chilling, count it by the millions
Talking bout, all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Can't wait, my
for life
'cause if you life by the gun, die by the gun
Came from the slums where it ain't no fun
Somebody killed her only son
Who's gonna take his
Don't often open up this floor
Since I handed in, my gun
What all these keys are for
Now my tour of duty's done
You got to know the switches
Now
shop
Take out card and me take out all guap
Tell security fi meet me round back
In a the alley way by the maybach
As fo' me you know mi love big
Me gold
Shady, maybe he's right Grady
But think about the baby before
You get all crazy
Okay, thought about it? Still wanna stab her?
Grab her by the throat
Get
gone get smoked no rasta
Get smoked like la carne asada
We got sticks so pull up if u want to
You niggas can't step like us
Can't drip like us y'all
got a brain like a cup and rhymes
I pour em' Spectrum to the Astrodome to bore em
All the way to Wembley fans are in a frenzy
Doing what I gotta do
right I show respect
Nowadays they hanging us by a different tree
Branches of the government, I can name all three
Judicial, legislative and executive
got ways I got I got ways ways
Life been real it ain't been filmed all the way for real
Can't untuck the black truck or dying all them tapes concealed
We was young we was chilling on the block
Yea we black so we getting bothered by these cops
Never protected us they like a gang them people oops
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
Sike nigga no I ain't done
I know niggas that do shoot out's for fun
Live by the gun you gon' die by the gun
Out all night until the sun
I had a dream
got these bills that keep growing all the curves life throwing still working after closing
Raise my kids all by my lonely even tho they think I'm phony
changing the current on every day
Good luck with your balance, you're gonna fall down
I'm breaking the rules in every way
Suddenly they all delinquents now
I
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