Lyrics:
Ayy, huh, yuh (members only)
Hey, shouts-out Rich Chigga (gang)
Ayy (Ronny J, listen up) ayy, ayy, ayy
Niggas move like hoes, I don't get it,
access to best tits
Bigger brother is caught up in the hype for being foolish
Only 19 no lovers plus HIV and two kids
Should’ve been a lesson learned but
the 250
Stone had the best cocaine in the city
I came up in a dangerous environment
Kept a cutta close cause you
Niggas do the most
Foreign cars pullin up
grown
And y'all wanna talk about practice?
Them suckers down the street get gunned up and clapped quick
The suckers by the Beach get gunned up
Over babe
Put this, put this stand up in your trunk, babe
So buckle up cause this can get bumpy, babe
Honey, we gon' mess around and get a ticket,
Gun shots is fatal, my bars is prenatal
I kill little niggas, up close, peel little niggas
We the hottest out, still, little niggas
I'm better in my
interactive
Slap no chit, gang shoot up erratic
Gyal knows my face bait, she dunno I'm a GM
I style like I'm patterned by Abbott
Wait
Call me
We got no rules in here
One by one, we're losing here
Reckless, stressed, and super weird
With heavy heads as souvenirs
We got no rules in here
They wouldn't last very long
I will hold my silence
Like a weapon in my hand
If I used it I would murder myself
You could never understand
Columbus
it down I giddy up
I'm so tired of being weighed down by the old me
I hold down the ones who stay around that's the home team
I'm just sick of running
penny
Ha Ha wait
Thought you had the upper hand
Now your niggas got rolled up smoked up in a blunt by mans
Yeah we been peep the gimmick so we put a stop
the fire
Through defeat, my desire, my oh my
Through the grime you wonder why I’m so inspired by these
Bad things
Bad things
Bad things
Bad things
I’m
on the faces
Of people going by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying "How do you do?"
They're really saying "I love you"
I hear babies crying i watch thеm grow
A new revelation
Freedom, without a care
What I've been hit by? Cupid struck me first
I'll glide, nose dive
Are you ready for life?
Be prepared, it
Reaching out to the skies up above
Great Spirits of all who lived before
Take our hands and lead us
Fill our hearts and souls
With all you know
Show
Valentino looks very much alive
And he looks up ladies dresses as they sadly pass him by
Avoid stepping on Bela Lugosi
'Cause he's liable to turn and bite
Throw your hands in the sky, nigga
I'm stickin' ice picks on the tip of ya dick
Give your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some shit?
Am I hard
Through the ups and downs, through the darkest clouds
Side by side in the rain 'til the sun comes out
I was blind to love, God showed me you
Now I'm
the blue house choppa in my right hand
Stomach growlin' bris gotta feed the fam
I gotta meet a man the man with them kilograms
He bouta get jammed by
liquor, father forgive her
Me and my girlfriend, hustlin', fell in love with the struggle
Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin'
stand
Somehow I must come up with better stuff
I'm just not satisfied with the simplified guff
That they shovel at kids by the handful
(It's) The world's greatest thing ever thung
(It's) The saccharin that the
Sit on your tongue
Fill up his clip-on tie repellent
Squeegee to semi-developed
place"
They capcorder certified A-1 blue
Ribbon sucker pride
To be preserved mammoth out glacier
Run away by prize with broken dignity
These wooden wings
I testify
You make me feel alive now
Joy risin up inside now
I just wanna feel You by my side
Sunrise inside my soul now
Hearts start to overflow now
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