Lyrics:
pretty lady comes around
When I think about it makes me real sad
Oh I must be crazy or I must be mad
I can't live with them (can't live without)
I can't
Ayy, yo, yo, yo, you better pass it
Ayy, yo, check this out
We comin' to you live from that BOMB Chocolate City, my man
Where the knotty-headed
Ayy, yo, yo, yo, you better pass it
Ayy, yo, check this out
We comin' to you live from that BOMB Chocolate City, my man
Where the knotty-headed
this, make me wanna act like this
Make me wanna smack that trick
Make a killer really wanna yap that kid
If he opens up his yap that's it
We will fight
that’ll
Cut yo ass up whether it be tracks or verses
Chains or purses
Them the type of niggas that’ll make you stop
True assassins hold your glass up
Them's
don't live
And how you make it is based on what you're givin' back
In fact, only a few of us slip through the cracks
Through generations
The cards
doin' wrong, now we gonna make it right
So all we gotta do is take flight
Alright?
Hook: Jon Cambry]
Drinking all night, we just trynna live
Women in
Big Daddy Kane told me No Half Steppin'
You half step it's a wrap
You getting wrapped up like an Aztec mummy
Yo you know why this dude
Cass' act real
You know I be on it my nigga you know i be wit it my nigga
You know I be zonin my nigga if you light it let me hit it my nigga
I got one ta match you
legion of demons that stay plotting
This demon, the devil, Lord made to be
And now you can be a heathen
But a heathen ain't gon' make it in
You can be
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
Alpo got killed 6ix9ine been real quiet (shh)
Wendy said she fucked Method Man but he denied it (ha)
You know how Wendy Williams be she might be
say it like it's over I'mma make a way
By whatever means, you better tell 'em Jay
My hearts consumed with determination safe to say
Hey what we got
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
hareketlere diyecek yok
Ağzın var, dilin yok, bizde rhyme çok
23 Gang, bang bang bang
Young ST might steal your thang
Live 'round rough ends, you can't hang
cruise control
Out blow by the window in the do'
til the point that it might make you lose control
3-oh-4's slow your roll, gimme that dough you know
around my house and watch TV
I want the real life, I want to live the real life
I guess it don't matter how old you are
Or how old one lives to be
I
Shit a lil different now
No it ain’t like back then
Pouring liquor ona ground
Reminiscing on back when
I just wish you could
Live Again
I just wish
Everything Godly
Everything Godly
Everything Godly
Everything Godly that's what I live by
You know it's real when I got it on the whip tyre
Kid fly
live by
In the streets wit it its either do or die
Never been sweet couldn't duck the sweep tryna make a g an turn
It into three told natti poo kuddy
Ay whatchu want
What it take
Day by day
Time alone
I’m afraid
To make promise
I got closet
I got bones
Fuck yo flowers
I got trunks
How ya feel
Is
mama said boy you a star so you know I live it up
Like a rocket James harden boy you know I’m taking off
I remember last year they ain’t do nothing for
This the shit I wanted right here
This another "Nahmeanuheard"
It?s off yellsobob for real
Gon? live my life man
(I?ma live my life)
Stop hatin?
nah give up I’m a real dream chaser (fighter)
I’m gonna live my life
No matter wah it tek mi ago do it my way (my way)
I’m gonna live my life
Mi just
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