Lyrics:
on they right knee
Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
You small change, I'm blowing out your brains gettin' richer
Hit you with the Mac, smack
about a man. But I think I can picture this â??Jâ?? scribbling away and laughing although the first time I saw the Bible re-enacted was sometime in
on they right knee
Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture
You small change, I'm blowing out your brains gettin' richer
Hit you with the Mac, smack
the brother
Call for total wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift
21 and rich
Not a twice that bad though, now I'm tryin? to be rich by age 25
See Shallah survive that new world, they pay yo
But you don't hear me
tour gun
Bring them nigga that need 'em that his son picked the wrong one
Dying is my ultimatum won't be a bum in a long run
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who they fuckin' with yo, a rhyme wrangler
Triangular push-up the hillside strangler
Dangle a, nigga by the ankle off the balcony
Now let his punk
it's one of seven
What a night for the dancing dead
What a night to be called to heaven
What a picture to fill your head
To fill your head
By the wall
here, "LOL, FOH"
Then he send another picture with a gun on his waist
I'm like, oh shit, I need more liquor
I got money and everythin' don't touch my
land
Cause justice has been banned
So it's play dirty or die by the hand
That's holding all the guns
Plunged, deep into religion was my first
We ride abide, the laws that we live by
Oh my, oh my, starving and trying to get by
But when a man dies, the next man rides
Ready for war with a four
switches on
I turned this bitch to a foolie (yeah)
You like to comment on pictures, home
I hope you don't think you no bully (okay, let's go)
I was
rappers
Talking 'bout their private parts (yeah)
All these fake gangstas talking
'bout their guns and how they let it spark
(yeah) they say I do it for
2021 (2021)
2021, I'm finna buy a brand new gun (2021)
When I turn 21, buy me another gun
(Another gun) why this bitch trippin?
Do you wanna hit
the night
Heard you were all alone
But I wouldn't care if she was home
'Cause I picture by a scent
All the rules are bent
I'm a beast in the night
I'm
renaissance
And I know that my debutantes
Been keeping the legacy going
By flowing so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reaping
What we been
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
Blow me then you kissed her
Fourty on me, by my side, homie
Hit em then he cried duckin' cuz I drive-by
Pussy, he got nine lives
Catch 'em in his
It's making them weaker
I drink toxic for multiple reason
I don't show my guns
I don't show who I be with
I'm paint the picture
Through your speakers
See
first analyze the 21 gun sound
Then realize that if it's stereo I won't be surrounded Astounded and amazed praise like two common
I have nothing in
everybody, and went gold
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
to platinum, I seen him, said "yo son, what's happening?"
"nothing going on but gun clappin,"
he replied.
He's a butcher to the soft
My mind butchered by his saw
Bye bye ED you never soft
Yo daughter complex she got some guns to her head
Ooo
No it's not
ain’t not a safe trip
Ya fuck around and get ya head cracked
We’ll make 3 die and it ain’t trips
Ya bitch on me my gun on me
Both of them coming off
or by the cardiac
But who supplying the bloods with the guns causing heart attacks?
Shock to ya body til ya neck gon spasm
If you don't show respect
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