Lyrics:
think imma fall off keep waiting cause aint No chance homes
If I say it that's law let it come out my mouth guaranteed I stand on
Mane I'm too klean no I
made this way can't change my wrongs
I'm getting money collecting my fees
X on my back, that's by any means
Rich out the system as long as I'm free
It's
it tub the clean
This is maybe you what I'm having for dinner
Thank you for blessing me with your presence
One liner
We out again
Having dinner
shine
In the fifth grade
I was riding the pine
MoneyBoyIce on the beat
And I'm live
Run it up
Run it up
Real niggas getting to it
Nah you ain't one of us
kill for, can count on my right hand
Beef handled like blades in knife factories
Cut coke, cut bum niggas like nutso
This ain't a movie clip
It's
ain't, woo
Little foot, big foot, get out the way
I'ma show y'all how to move this yay
I'ma show y'all how to move like this
I'ma show y'all that
I don't play
Shit real nigga
This cut throat gotta play it raw
Gettin' killed ain't no thang in the N.O.
Some people live some people get
driver...
Like the undertaker certified by the dmv...
Mob scene mob scene all u rappers whack...
The type to rip a condom rapper just to whack it...
I'm wacky
By faith I believe it
When I can't see it
Bass beating
Straight heating
God quench my thirst and I stay eating
I don't do drugs but on Jesus boy I stay
Absorbing the absent minded youth
It's a fast world in a fast lane
Live by the minute not by the day
Stick out your arm for another fix
As we tip our hats
I beg to differ
We pray every night, we pray every night to make it out of these struggles
We pray all the time to make it out of this hell that we
a steppa in my jeans
Living lavish in a trap house and the maids was just a fien
If I ever bring that strap out it’s gone turn into a scene
Put ya in
somethin' down, we got another one mixed
And, I got ten jibs to find out where another one lives
And, we're comin' equipped, but we ain't burglin', it's one
understand me
You understand me
It's like this all day
You understand me
Pushing down the block watching for the cops
Checking these traps looking for
Nigga don't talk when I'm talking
Not tryna marry I'm too busy poppin
This gun giving heat like uh' motherfuckin rocket
Live by the corner, these
say I ain't shit so bitch how did you fall for me
I hit it once now this bitch say she all for me
Go live and I rip her like why this bitch calling me
Kodak, yo Dilon!
From dem try run up 'pon dis
Everything race out sonic,
Ak wit di drum pon it
Nyam' boy food maggi
My G's never once panic,
Di 40 keep mi
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
[Mr. Serv-On]
Fuck this shit man
I'm tired of being broke
Fuck this, I ain't never had a damn thing ya know what I'm sayin?
It's time I let my
get that cash, my bitch so bad, she know sophisticated
I'm balling hard, fucking bitches and ain't got shit for haters
I hang my arm out the window now
And crack its shell in 2
Aint nothing
Gonna break this Light
You hear me
You hear me
I went from snatching
And trapping, and rapping
To snappin
And stacking
dumb nigga
How I'm better than you niggas and I do this shit for fun nigga
Nigga tweak with twin it ain't no talking we just slump niggas
Momma say I'm
Discuss these this aint a scene its an arms race live by fall out boy Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In