Lyrics:
I tell em, I say
One yourself when 2 niggas run up with 3 gats
A four, five, six shots
Seven like eight claps
Da nine milli throw ten shots
Where ya
here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the devil
You live in the moment
I-i-i be kickin shit just like Rodman did to camera man
I
gotta live and win by any means
Watching for the opps, the Ds, the fiends
And its kill or be killed, I keep it in my jeans
Pole and the bands, the pockets
was raised by Sister
Never talked much growing up but Deep down I miss her
And when she cried to my parents I Always dissed her
Becoming who I am now
a small town
She gotta get to new york and watch a door fall down
Hopped off the greyhound, gotta make her way now
She sleeping on the park benches in
my sense of humour, you probably don't
understand, I don't care anyway.
Anyway, by the way, the video was shot at the Newcastle city hall. And Rod
the front door
You better put that fuckin' bag down
Red dot on your nose like cash clowns
These bitches think they Kash Doll
Kash Doll need to sit her ass
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
fi mi own cuz
Pray da we y'all live long..
Y'all feel like am da real dwag
Swear life never play along
Shoddy so fr3 she want more
Give thanks to da
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
for his live like a coward
Why you running? Why you running?
Dip him down
Trip him, stick, stick, stick and bounce
Where's his phone? Whip it out
That
a knot... but I'm down to 9 cents and 9 senses tingling since 9,6 when I was 9...
So it's colorful in my head like 6ix 9ine...
Getting and giving colorful
my niggas tryna eat
I need to figure it out
Just tell me the floor show me the door
My niggas kicking em down
Flicky in the whip they wish I would slip
The Double A down to Sheridan Square
Her cell phone rings
It's, like, her stupid father
Be in the door by ten, again
Pixeleen
Dream deep my
When they play this in the radio
Pop ya semis all my real niggas hit me hoe
Check the drip when they see us in the video
Super slick handling whips
a beast
Pops only had two months left to live and I dropped a video saying pray for me
R.I.P
feelings
The only thing I wanna believe
When I was three, and free to explore
I saw her face on the back of the door
Oh, be my rest, be my fantasy
Oh,
feelings
The only thing I wanna believe
When I was three, and free to explore
I saw her face on the back of the door
Oh, be my rest, be my fantasy
Oh,
for two or three nights
Then I put it on pause 'til the moment was right
I went away for months until our paths crossed again
She told me I was never
eat it all, like asap
Video recorded, watch how we play it back
Did it all, like way back, live it up, and lay back
Soon as I reach my climax, hit
not Beanie
(Tommy turnin')
Big back belly TV (Turn turn)
Collecting DVD's (Turn turn)
Swear I was locked down when
Shawty try leave me, now she need me
grandfather, aunt, and half-brother lived next door, they would
Not watch her for any length of time
I was renting out rooms of my three-bedroom, two-bath mobile
Street, come on
Verse 1
Bun B:
You see the sun goin' down and the moon starts to rise
The winds pickin' up and there's lightning in the skies
Everything
It's for the dead homies
It's for the dead homies
Yeah It's for the dead homies
I'm talking like
1 2 3 you see
(Uh huh)
I'm so legendary
(Woah)
Classic
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