Lyrics:
Hit your block like a comet- blah! And
You all know what time it is
2012, mark your calendars
Calisthenics and silencers
Exercisin' that trigger strap,
real, Poor Righteous Teachers represent
'96 off the hook we're dropping this hit kid
Watch
Lord, how you be, that of G, peace God
Fuck frauds, get yours
keep shitin' like this
Shit, ain't nothin' fuckin' with this
You my Clyde for life
I'm your Bonnie like this
I can see us gettin' rich like this
right
Failure is not asking a question as much as it is trying
To discourage you from ever trying to really Live your life
My relationship with failure
blackness
Black kings and queens together we can live out our lives
Love yourself and know your worth you'll turn out just fine
We just need the time to fix
leave with me
And you don't know because you got your girl with you
Bring her with you, bring her with you!
I got a place you can stay in my crib,
Last of a dying breed, living by a dying code
I'm live a life a legend, ima die a legend
Last of a dying breed, living by a dying code
I'm live
the air
A finger triggered by a sense of apprehension
Your case you fit the description now you a victim
It seems senseless but it's always been their
movin' like a criminal is what I try
But you live by the roads, by the roadside you die
In every situation make man humble like pie
I've never had love
Lovin your kids just like you was ours
And I'm hurtin for you dog, but ain't nobody pain is like yours
I just know that heaven'll open these doors
with us you ain't seeing today
Gutted my innards to put on display
That's how you like it
It's fucking insane
I got some tendencies I can't explain
I got
One Asleep
Made Sure We Had Something To Eat
You's Was The Last One To Eat
Couldn't Live Our Lives For Us
You Have To Let Us Know
like this
I put wives at risk with a knife like this (ah)
Shit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now
I'm in the back seat of your truck with
up
Parents outliving their kids, damn I know that sucks
We let these demons lead the way and now we all stuck
God help us, God please help us
God help
still alive (alive, uh-huh)
Throw your hands up in the sky and say
We don't care what people say (yeah, yeah, uh)
You know the kids gon' act a fool
you talk out your name, and I bet you'll get scratched like an Itch (Grah grah boom)
I'm really a hustler, rapping a niche, if you hate me, suck my dick
of the bad kids, don't know wrong from right
(This is my life)
Don't be insecure if your heart is pure
You're still good to me if you're a bad kid baby
blistery?
You ain't ready for the Freddy of rap
You can't kill me, I step into your dreams, you feel me
Slicin' your life away, just like I might today
I
chumps
You crumbs don't know us
We pop trunks and shoot guns
Make funds and spend them
Knuckle up and Shewmac punks
Dubs up that's thumbs up
Benjamin's
So I can give a fuck about your comments
I promise, I promise
Cause we all gonna die one day
But I'mma live my life my way!
Remind me why we in this
I rolled you up like my Rizla
Cut you up, with my sisters
You want to get us, yeah, the venom spitters
Your style's trash don't litter
You got
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
A lot of times it seems like, you ain't gon' make it where you wanna be in life
But, yo if you got a plan, believe me you gon' get there
You gon'
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