Lyrics:
Deal with petty crime, and maybe snatch a bitch purse
You're probably sayin, "How you still livin to tell the story?"
When you live in the jungle, you
rhyme you took me back in time
Back to the first love I ever knew
Giving it over, giving it over
Got my broken heart healed and removed from its cast
be shit to swipe a visa man
I'm livin fast & if I crash im not in the bleachers man
Ion do it in Jesus name i do it in Caesar name
Rats go for
' legend
Will they let me, I want to be a livin' legend
Will they sweat me, get paid like the president
Now put my name in the hall of fame
(x2)
and livin large
The clothes, plus the cars and the video broads
At a show he gets a call by a crooked A&R
You know how the rest go, the snake told the boy he
invest in me, I think they wanna share
Trackhawk seats is apple, but the outside is a pear
We step on niggas necks and we fuck bitches by the pair
U.v.
it, hit the block actin' a donkey
Killin' my own people, servin' my own uncles
And I
Our father who art in heaven
Hollow be thy name
Thou kingdom come
judged by 12
Then killed by 12
My nigga its really that deep
Screaming no justice no peace
I cant even sleep
My people left dead in the streets
Aint put
"greenodine"
Ain't seen a block nigga since
But now I'm off that kill green
(Mothtafuckas ain't got no love for me)
(Niggas want to put some slugs in me)
So I'm
You name the time and the place
I can meet you after dark
You know it's the best time of night
Baby, show me who you are
Give me your love 'till it
Claire had all but given up,
When she and Edwin fell in love.
She touched his face and shook her head,
In disbelief, she sighed and said:
"In
niggas cut by chill,
some niggas eat them delpids and some niggas eat them pills
Gotta get it how I live in the south side
I'm thuggin' with my cow
Hold up livin in Bo dega
Met a girl by the name of Alayna
She said she wants to marry me
But her Ex-boyfriend's getting mad at me
I said you take
nah gon' suffer in vain
Don't call me by my government name
My girl, she badder than Rambo, a rider
Wan-Bissaka, the Lambo a spider
Michael Phelps,
nigga with that pisto
Ridin' around in somethin' hot
Now it's bout time we hit our knees
And tell God truth
We can't stop the way we livin'
Just
nigga with that pisto
Ridin' around in somethin' hot
Now it's bout time we hit our knees
And tell God truth
We can't stop the way we livin'
Just
bitches to
"come to my hotel" to livin' in one
Man I ain't never backed down from shit
I got heart you know
The 40? Not an opening act
When it start to show
It's just about accepting people man, for who they are, you know?
Being open-minded
Tall glass sippin’
Free mind livin’
Cigs in the river make
to cut wood
Affirmation banner that reads
"I Got It Bad and That Ain't Good"
Lyrics to "Love Me or Leave Me" adorn the loo
Printed by letterpress
shotty in the drop top, while SXTWLVE is hauling ass
We always livin lit
Sovicious freedgang shit
We always livin lit
Top down we with yo bihhh (Skr skr
You look good how you doin'
What's your name girl what's poppin'?
I respect your hustle girl I can't knock it
She asked the lord why she livin'
Cause
a problem to drop 'em
In a neat little decor
With my mommy, I should've played more
I don't like you
I don't love you
I don't even wanna know your name
You
Of course let's get back to
The subject at hand
The mixtape the public demands
Wanna download it to their porn disc drive
Drive by! Pedestrians in a panic
yeah
The album name, damn it's a POISON
So many people may get poisoned
Man, the life can be poison
You can talk crazy, bring your boys in
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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