Lyrics:
I give a fu**
A lot of people talk down on, but I ain't lettin' up
It was Hell in them trenches, you think I give a fu**
A lot of people talk down on,
Hook
Let's talk about what happened yesterday
The second that you crossed my mind
Fell into deeper feelings yesterday
Couldn't just let it pass
ya fam 'cause I'll let ya whole family feel it
Y'all punks, blood pump, fags and sissies
Hoppin' in and out of bed with niggaz
And turn around and say
ya fam 'cause I'll let ya whole family feel it
y'all punks, blood pump, fags and sissies
Hoppin' in and out of bed with niggaz
And turn around and say
hated by everybody
Sometimes I don't know why
I continue to try
It's so much easier to die
Than to get by
And to get by
And to get by..
[Verse - Violent
think we should be alone in the backseat
Out by the sea down by the bay, you and me hey I cant wait
Talk dirty to me, I think we should be alone in
The ride is nude Yeah topless
Then it's peddle to the mettle to that success
Cos I'm so fly I'm so fly
Why they wanna hate everytime I ride by
Cos ain't
had me in my feels
He may never get the chance to have a kid see how it feels
I can’t talk about my life and
I can’t talk about the drills
I can’t
beast
Strum like guitar, like a fuji, preach
Take out my chopper and aim at his top
Beam on a nigga, he put in a box
Fifty-two custom, it's waitin' in
dog
Son a pussy nigga like Chris Paul
If money wanna talk
Imma have to stall
I don't do missed calls
Cause it's more than me
Cant do business if you
line so you can park ya' Benz
Get the check and I be technical
Nine times out of ten
And I'm ready to go and win
It's another day in the pen
'Nother day
runs through my veins
Like an 808 pumping visons in-and-out of my brain
Can't explain where it comes from, but it's got me so addicted
With the homies
somebody that's taking your place?
Ain't it funny the same way we rise
Is the same way we happen to fade
Look I don't wanna to talk 'bout money
It's either
The kids are full of shit
Lights go out no one cares
Time runs by no ones there to stop us
Sleepless we talk all night till the sun may come up again
outside a church house
Where the citizens like to sit
They say they want the kingdom
But they don't want God in it
I went out riding
Down that old
that heavy
You just played a role
I tried to tell you shit was gonna work out
And now that I got bread, you tryna leech off a nigga.
Well, fuck ass no
It
No mo answering the phone if it ain't getting to the paper
9 times out of 10 they probably looking for favor
I was down on my dick i couldn't even
idea
It's clear, rattle to the roll
Hold back up the track, grab your rollerskates y'all
And let's zip on by
Zip-a-de-doo-dah, let's zip on by
Feed
the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament to those burned
Play my position in the game of life, standing firm
On foreign land, jump the gun out the frying
the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament to those burned
Play my position in the game of life, standing firm
On foreign land, jump the gun out the frying
I, don't hold
on to any woman like a human hand cuff
You got ya hair down baby fuck it, stand up!
(Repeat chorus)
[Eightball]
If anybody out their
(water by G)
Y'all thought the ho came from Harley, way she riding
Lil' hundred for the D, no, ain't no cap in it (talk to 'em)
I'll wear 'em one time,
gonna quit chasing my dream
I’m gonna make it there by any cost
I was brought in this to be great
Now i see hate a lil bit less
They might catch me out
talking bout the
Road is only long when im walking
Gotta step it up talk to me while were jogging
Outro: (Fade out)
Best part about being me
is that by
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