Lyrics:
My nigga tell me where you got your chain from
No I ain't looking for my own, I ain't trying to be owned by another
Either you gon' fight or you gon'
Oh weee
Oh wee
Uh huh yeah
Outside, yeah, we outside
Pon the ground with the big bad sound
Headphones for the plane ride
Fresh herb when the plane
My hometown likes T but fuck T (fuck T, fuck T)
Bruce Grove youth club was the best, always givin' up with fuckery, yo
Me and bro went halves
mobbing with my partna dem
You know that I ride with one
Always knew my time would come
He's shook, he got Parkinson's
Beast Coast gang, know where I'm
your head wide open
Hopin to spot a chip in this frame
I lived and died by the burnin flame
Of the OK Corral Cowboy style
From the Quarters
torment
And despite the corny line, you could see the extent
That he would go, said he'd pay my rent, dress me and give me dough
Follow by cants
lies beneath their feet, the power of eternal youth.
Abandoned by the gods at the three pillars that they mourn, the land they hold so dear, now awaits
Yeah, yanahmean?
Just something for all my niggas in the hood
They always ask me, what I got to say to the youths and
Yanahmean when I do these
But the hate ain't one
Fuck it the cash ain't either
So I'm strapped with a gun
I hit the West on the tip
While I'm flipping a '59
Eyes covered by
on behalf of machine
My thoughts digress
Don't sweat the Terminator
The killer is really Skynet
Tetsuo
My youth defined by how my mind stretched
But the same
Full moon light is calling me
My kigndom lies within
The mystic soul and lions heart
Brought by the talisman
The ecstasy of battle takes me
can a youth rise above all the shit
When surrounded
by such lousy influence?
He clutched the pipe, took his last hit
And nobody's heard from him since
and sausa
Commanded by the colonel p, don't like it we lost ya
[big ed]
Chorus
Nigga I say shit like dips quick to empty out clips
Big ed and steady mobbin
vehicles
their reflexes decreased by deafening noise
irresponsible youth back to town from the farest disco
treating danger as the new exciting toy
I
blues
03 got some different views
Just purchased a condo in the South
'cause I had deja vu birdhouses, bird brain
I had a different youth
Been flew out
of suicide, suicide
I'm just gettin high, gettin high
I think of suicide, suicide
Will the crimes of my youth, come back to haunt me?
By the time I shoot,
just can't get enough of it
If you could I know you'd probably take a bite of it
The surfboard stay shining so you ride the wave
Think we care about that
on life
Was told to hold the dice lucky sevens are hard to find
Only roll it when your mature and for sure that she'd down to ride
But how the fuck could we
through the do
I remember I got the call from Mordecai
Seven thirty two, number unrecognized
Cruising in the ride, Kera at my side
The man was telling me
that you would ride for me
Nothing matters while we're together
That smile could easily change the weather
You could make a rainy day feel like the 4th
Growin' in my code of youth, you got the guap, you drop it right
12 years old, I'm coppin' Glocks, ask why we see them needs to ride
I stay loyal to my
no truth
You hear me, I'm wise
Disguised as dumb youth
Sleepy, I'm tired
But trying to ride through
I'll find 'em outside
Won't hide in this booth
Take
Seeing a lot of people with miss guidance and no direction
An I'm not no leader or nothing but
I can lead by example
Wait for opportunities when
attention, proud to be noticed
Driven by thirst, successers bleed
A vicious beauty, scorned for a thousands yaers
Fever inside, inside fever
This is ot
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