Lyrics:
they're all the same
'Cause the line between
Wrong and right
Is the width of a thread
From a spider's web
The piano keys are black and white
But
back to back we can ball out
Hundred deep run up in Macy's and aired em all out
Just give the ordering my niggas will come
Give me your gun, point em out
and the figures will come
Live by the gun and put my life on the line
Anybody can get left bullets right through your mind
the milk-white hand,
And by the leylan sleeve,
He's lain her down upon her back
And asked no man's leave.
With me roo-run-rority ri-run-rority ri-no-ority-an.
Orange now on a 57 inch TV, that's right
Money was gone by mid-July and we went back to just getting by
'Til momma slipped on a patch of ice outside
right earth is like the
Tree of life tempted by
The forbidden fruit in my face
I wanna take a bite of it
It looks sweet, making my mouth water
Then I
slangin' crack
Rest in peace to my niggas layin' on they back
To all the niggas who bust gats (live nigga rap)
For niggas don't know how to act
To all my
showing signs all attributed to mine
In the pitch black, it's too cold
I'm all alone, take me back to the roads
I had to roam to get here and I'll hitch
as shit
Aw yeah I'm back in this bitch
And you don't gotta like it but get off my dick
George Bush doesn't care about black people
2017 and Donald
now, one love, one God out of many his people
Right now it's been a long time comin' but I'm serving up the sequel
Back from the day, I'm
the book
A Mastermind
Never do a thing irrational
Lives forever, these tales are classical
Velvet bow ties, bulletproofs in the tux, when I roll by
In
a three-day run, bitch
Take them mothafuckin' panties off, you ain't no nun, shit
I be livin' in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky
live shit from front to back (that's good, it's all fucked up now, right?)
To my niggas in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggas is at?
up through
To push and pull, and come unglued
Mixture of red wine and blues
That run right through our lives
And I tried to take my time
To get
smell, where's your diaper? Shit, here
Lay on your back, don't pee right now or else I'll have to get you back
One day when you gon' want to get your way
gettin' me by
Forever live, and I multiply, survived by thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they comin' with slugs
Peep the whole scene
County back that up.
For building me the way I've been built to the day I get killed
I'ma get money and run through bitches like rigid stilts
Chamberling
red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn't do
a record company, givin out advancements
Get my money back, by any circumstances
My million dollar spot, not to mention
Drive through service, Church's
fact it'll be nothing to throw that little bitch with a capital B
Out the back window out the black Cadillac limo like a whack demo
When I'm strapped,
her own store
So here is my question to everyone
Who is taking care of number one?
New Hampshire got it right, live free or die
Don't tread on us
I was at that smart ass time of my life
Where id pick a fight just to pick a fight
If he said black, I said white
If he took one side I took
and the pipe
Young nigga rolling weed in a cigar he can light
Bang red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in
worry bout yuh mama G
Full black, Wallabee
Pull back, hammer we
Go anyweh go buss dem head nuh want a dolla, we
Not even time we haffi spend fi fuck
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