Lyrics:
Pistol and poverty, come get to know us
(Get Top on the phone)
Who doing the drums?
Man put that nigga on the drums man
Yep all day, mortal man
knowledge
for niggaz that's full of flodgin
Its guaranteed to get fucked up
by them real mobsters killa killa killa
Whatcha gonna do, is yo color red or blue
fault that I ended this way for not listening to my g for the plea to get help.
Oh no The world tried to take me out
And the world trying to hold me
write a song every night
Feel like Rocky fore the match I run the steps before the fight
Don't get nervous I'm prepared I go in ready for the kill
at Jimmy's house, I'm too high to drive I call my ride no one can get me now?
I'm so in and out I wanna stop for in and out my phone is calling in and out I
Never the same Jesus there's no other name
Forget the acclaim I am not looking for fame
Don't need y'all approval the world in refusal but don't get
that I'm mean
I'm counting my days, trying to get to the scene
All they do is wait, got places to be
I cannot stop
I'm doing a lot
Some hope that I rot
Fuck moving in Silence, Cause we had Enough
Showing your Silence is Starting Violence
So fuck all of that Peace shit I ready to Rush
Bodies are piling,
like fly for life
Cant get by just to maintain
Quipto:
Oh hell naw
I aint done enough, theres more i gotta see
So lord dont punish me just 'cause i
(Yeah)
Two times for them bitches in the South Shore (Whoa)
Three times for them days on the block
Gettin' chased by the cops like a motherfuckin'
(Blicky to blicky to blicky to blicky)
Sellin' packs by the laundromat (laundromat)
Once I get up out the hood, I ain't comin' back (never)
But I
just like Chucky, that's my friend til the very end
Catch 'em on the block, make 'em drop, then we'll spin again
We aiming for the top, don't be shocked
Don't tote a gun
But I carry an Arsenal
I want it all
I want it all yeah
I want it all
I want it all yeah
Set out for greatness I missed by a little
It's
keep your head high
Tell em keep your head high
Tell em keep your head high
Rough days we'll get by
Tough days we'll get by
Tell em keep your head high
Yea children
Small people one day will get big
And those who they call minority
Are most of the people that you see
Don't you ever abuse humble
all
By myself
All by myself
Homie you know me don’t take it for granted empower your person its all in the planning
Blueprints try to manage the havoc
childish naive thought that today might be that I finally hear that special ringtone I set for him
Or get that are you in your room text that puts a smile
Said he wouldn’t tell then he did that’s his damn fault
Been off my phone, get in my bag, bitch i don’t need calls
If i ain’t made like 10 k in a day
to the city, call up the committee
Get ready for tomorrow, they're comin' in with fifty
I almost forgot, I gotta see a cop
I figured it was a drop who must
to close (haha), more bills to fold (uh)
Get you bread, homie, and stack that shit by the loads
Niggas don't want you to keep your head up
Fuck what
since ever since
Need one that's heaven sent (Ohh)
To weather these elements
That made me a better man
Survivor by heritage
Destiny Child I got
CJuhhh
Get get dark
Gaw get this one out my mind brudda (Fuh real)
Girl, moving like you feel you big
Cant believe that’s wuh you dealing wid
I can
Boy I stay ready for the funk if they run up
40 wit a 30 anybody killa run it
Watered down the game now days it's fucked up
Foot up in they neck
Tell ya people that I'm comin by (Yeah yeah)
Got that shit that'll get ya high (Holla at a pimp)
Talkin shit cause I'm off
Tonight, and you really
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