Lyrics:
to just die
I was in pain for the rest of my life
Girl I felt dead for a year every night
Until I realized that I'm running out of time
Fighting all my
him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me
Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam
Feel like i might live
Forever yall
Forever young
So high i might never fall ya
They think im better off dead
I keep the same energy
I been down
But
Okay
Thin line between help and harm
Years short, but the seconds long
I can't help that I get attached
You lose things and can't get them back
Thin
I body your man
Do a drive by on you live with a body cam
Fucking with Feddie then count your bread and your blessings
Fuck over Feddie, they find
black 4's matchin' with some Club Pros
Live fast die young but with you I go slow (oh my yeah yeah)
And you got my attention
If you tryna play a role,
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
momma, can I have a chocolate and vanilla cone
"Not until you eat some real food! You know your dinner's cold
Everything appears copacetic
But for one
fighter
Then my mommy sent me to the shop with some kroon and a list of 3 items
1 2 3 4 50 sente in my hand
60 sekondes
7 rondtes
8gte mekaar
9n wonder die
is like the Klan, I said
Told my young nigga, "You the man," I said
You don't wanna end up like my man Ahmed
Praying five times a day, prostration
pounds of FIRE! You can't fade us
WHY? We players NOW! These haters DIE!
We got them killers in spots
Dwellin and K'd up
(I) keep my riders close by when
'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go
every second
His addiction hit 24/7
I feel some tension grab the grip
Ask you if there's pressure what it is
Gon pull up and test you let it rip
Gorilla
the Gun
By high school I was so gone
So drawn by the battle
I would get a pass, spit a punch little line
Let a little lunch fly get to class
Now there's no
I'll make 30
Desert Eagle, my nails dirty
I'mma think on life and I'd die for it
Made a mill, you ain't even know it
Tell Iluminati I'm down for it
Call
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
on the leading edge of life
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on the leading edge of life
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So self-made
Shout-out my Crenshaw niggas
Them down-south niggas
Yeah
I pray I never die a broke nigga
Terrell Owens, owing all the dope
hungry, 7 inch microphone in my grip, i feel lucky it goes
6 minutes Doc Synners you're on
I never take five until the party people abscond and that's
wait
Die young, and the bag don't even last that
Where the young niggas 16 and
Over die fast at i was made there
Raised there but moved past that
Livin
If I got a second of peace, I’d probably die from the shock
Luggage of lives weighs the hand on the clock
Every fuckin second I’m failing
they autopilot
Wonder how this all started? 14 all inspired, rouge scholar
Oath maunder, aid from the nothing I done all this by myself was the only
to your fiends
Seven, goddamn it, when it deal
A '64 for the honeys, straight ho for the G
Young Daz, little nigga you can't fuck with me
Now I
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