Lyrics:
a struggle everyday, man, you know how this shit goes
But my demeanor'll never switch, cherry red Beamer
Gang banged the fuck out, red rag around the Nina
The temperature tonight is sub zero
Surrounded by golden spirals
When I broke down
You weren't around
And I was stoned
All alone
Rock alone
Rock alone
Rock alone
or two or I'm turning and tossing, man This shit getting exhausting[00:40.30]Crying for help in these songs but nobody gon listen[00:42.59]I'm just keeping
of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list
Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the bass, scorchin' ladies
Motherfuckers sore in torso and face
Get at me
This made the Sun angry
These people never spent time with him, never appreciated him
They wanted him to be alone in the sky!
They were worse than
fighting my failures
Every day this past week
I’ve been having nightmares
Battling with my demons
And them niggas never fight fair
Grinding when the sun rise
They met in a café in a small town
They walking together shared laughs till sun down
She said
This just happened so soon
But I feel like I’ve known
No cap
Keep my 40 on me
For a fake nikka
I got murder on my mind
Feel like I’m melly nikka
Cross me wrong
And get hit right
Without a caution
You
it's penciled in the calendar
Eighteen forty three
International, Kulikuli just paddle
Kauikeaouli standing by for this huli
Ya he mea nui, it's time
penciled in the calendar
Eighteen forty three
International, Kulikuli just paddle
Kauikeaouli standing by for this huli
Ya he mea nui, it's time to build
it's penciled in the calendar
Eighteen forty three
International, Kulikuli just paddle
Kauikeaouli standing by for this huli
Ya he mea nui, it's time
Woah woah
Why you wanna take it slow tho
Thought we was in this together but i’m solo
Like doin things all alone by my dolo
Under your radar know i’m
Well sometimes the sun shines on
Other people's houses and not mine
Some days the clouds paint the sky all gray
And it takes away my summertime
yeah it's penciled in the calendar
Eighteen forty three
International, Kulikuli just paddle
Kauikeaouli standing by for this huli
Yeah he mea nui, it's
I'm a killa with 40 watt range
With an arrangement of bullets that I've arranged
Encrypted in scriptures specific individual names
That shall remain
This is my city
This my home
Forty-one Till I meet the grave
And meet the stone
This is my city
This my home
Walk by myself
But I'm never alone
Yeah
heart stoppers partner
Red and black impala ride
Street like patrollie’s
Coached by OG’s to stay low-key (what else)
Sip 40’s and stay with a 4 T
My
He rises every morning but he
Don't look at the sun
He reaches in the corner where
He keeps his loaded gun
Then he checks the firing action as
He
or will they see it as some nonsense[01:49.86]This life too expensive, I'm the one who wanna profit[01:52.40]I ain't gaining none if there's respect and I
T-minus 40 minutes and counting
This is shuttle launch control)
Lit up with anticipation
We arrive at the launching site
The sky is still dark,
T-minus 40 minutes and counting
This is shuttle launch control)
Lit up with anticipation
We arrive at the launching site
The sky is still dark,
gone see this
If it's under your tongue
Get out my face you fucking eclipse, you`re blocking my sun
(Car tires skeeting)
[E-40]
Bitch what
B-bop Watts, city stones and the skylines.
Don't say 'cause, 'cause Blood, this is Piru all the time.
[Young Malcolm]
Piruuuuu loooove.
proud to push it)
I represent it to the fullest
Living every day like it's my last
In this fast lane, in this race is for that cash
Watts city
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