Lyrics:
crack stackin money to chill
And 57th in the summer's like a hand grenade
Taps on that ass because my block stay paid
I'm not afraid, after money's
I will write a new song
I will find a new home
And you can’t try to stop me
Yeah I’ll be finally free
And I will plant my tree
Write a book,
when death's comin, all you hear is gunshots
Lil' kids get to runnin, old ladies get off the block
When the poppin the truck music comes to a stop
Niggaz
on the road
& I Ain’t Talking To No Rat You know that’s case closed
Since a kid till now, still have the same goals
Same bros, Differents Roles
Everyday I get
in heaven (on god)
I just gotta re-up beat the
Block I ain't playin' Tetris (bitch)
Fuck 12 for real two times
Then I turned eleven (fucked up)
You
Brand New Whip
You got a brand new whip
Ice in your veins
Like a Robbie Gould Kick
Brand New Whip
You got a brand new whip
Ice in your veins
Like
Oh how this heart is shining through
With the love that I have
And as you are growing from baby to child
I share the wonders that are in your eyes
I got two little kids in a broke down car
On the side of the road in view of the Texaco star
I spent all on my money on water and food
Got Willie
freed up and I'm on the block still
Dont walk up on me I'm hostile
Leave you in the past like a fossil
I been trappin' all week my wrist sore I can really
mistakes
And now you wear this ass whoopin with pride
What side you on?
It wasn't no I in team
Only in your dreams
Saturated with schemes
Yea you
you'll believe it, baby
(Now listen)
I've got a new pocket of tricks you know nothin' about
I'm gonna have so much fun letting you figure it out
I play
Hey, fellas, have you heard the news,
Yeah, the women in this town have been misused,
Yeah, I seen it all in my dreams last night,
Girls leaving
wanna see your face again
I don't even wanna be your friend
Don't wanna be used by you again
So I'm saying goodbye
Girl, I know that you're thinkin'
get too damn high
Baby, I'm just too damn fly Baby, why you fuckin' lie
Baby, you broke my heart Baby, you really had to fuckin' die
Drako in
the
Drop and bag cleaner
Master schemer, expert in that arena
Puffin' Pasadena
You read the grass was greener
Black Beamer, i8, she gyrate
Rubbing shoulders
divorce, uh
Don't come at me, boy, I'll burn you like a s'more, uh (yeah, yeah)
Rolled back to my hood, rollin' dope in my Rolls (Royce)
And my AMG
with the glock nigga you in doom
Aye I'm trapping early band by noon
Don't fuck with the club ain't playing my tunes
I feel like Ralo nigga fam goon
This
Ooh, you must got the nerve
Ooh, you must got the nerve
Hop in the 'rari and swerve
Kick a broad bitch to the curb
I'm gettin' paid like the first
let me slide?
I'll have the rent for you in a month
Next I don't know
So said let me slide it on
I notice when I come home in the evening
She
simply wonder how would you take it if I told you early, that you were my baby?
Ruin my chances, making you crazy in love, like uh oh, Beyonce and JayZ
water
A message to my wife, I gotta say I love you
And thank you for makin shit better in my life
A message to my moms, don't worry about your kids
Cause
treacherous theme
Legend says El is a spawn out of Hell
The myth is my mom is a murderous queen
Your life can end like in Godfather 1
You get the gun as I
ain't right,
By the time you could afford it the car ain't important
In the streets silent, it's just I and, cops keep firing in my environment
Baby's busy hiding in the bassinet
Wonderin' if the third world war started yet
I told her I was pulling up and heading west
She said she would have
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