Lyrics:
G, and Drezz
Stack my money and have some kids
Gotti did just what it is
Cmg a hundred years
Day's been cold, just like my wrist
I'll be used
Instead of getting dough
I would prolly shoot myself inside the after life yo
I wanna rock
Wanna rock right now aye
I wanna rock
I wanna rock
I wanna rock
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
life, good life
(Electric gates, Texas plates in my driveway)
Had to get out and get it, nigga wonder where it's kissing
Beach house by the docks,
the E-Class
Kiss my ass, y'all just communists
Got the Soviet Union bombin this
[Chorus]
Yo I use my real name - cause I'm that nigga
Thirteen years in
Hailie when life's a drag
Told her to do like her dad, don't cry, get mad
'Cause little baby powders belong in diaper bags
I'm hyper, by the time you
What?
Back to back Benzes, with the Wild Gremlins
Gaultier style lenses, talents in the .40 cal
This is life now
Let me find out, you want
four or five bandanas on
Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti
But you check they background, they never shot nobody
They claim they from
that I got this disposition
Riding down 595 just for some clarity
Putting my life on the line hoping for some rarity
See the vision execute I know some
and yo, almost a year to the fucking day bro
I signed to Def Jam
And my man, he was a land surveyor, out there making sure all the buildings get built
What ?!
I’m buying the by the brick (2 Paints)
In the trap where I’m doing my shift (All Day)
Pull up get a bag and dip (Dip Dip)
If I make em mad
Its tough finding a balance in all
Cuz life makes you struggle with all, i know it for a fact
I've been at it for 25 years up in the map
And like
remember who the father is, she was drunk yo
Gave up on life, took some drugs and now her eyes closed
Ohh, ohh
Darkness keeps it grip
Ohh, ohh
How'd it
Pac died at 25
How many kids you know dead at 20? Five?
Now that's life, I know 10 that's crumbling in coffins
Dead as a doorknob
Fresh out
I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him
Niggas don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!"
Where Brooklyn at?
Yo, BK don't play
need sleep
She want fuck and we aint met
Living life with no regrets
I dont want sleep
I dont need sleep
I might miss out on a lick
Tellem to get off
I'm
Overdue, Over you 25 to Life
At 25 Ida died for you, You fucked up
You know I provided, for you
Had to add the ED, cuz its been done
That's past
at the bus stop, yo aunty doing crack rock
You 25 my nigga, niggas doing 25 for serving that hot pot
You got bitches and shit we do too!
I'll lie to my hoes
'bout to ball
For years niggaz sold me dreams that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the burner's in
bitches too
And you can't trust 'em
So I ask my niggas...
Yo
Yo, cross-breed, 2-5, Arab seed
My life speed, that's why we all smoke weed
Thug mind be
Yeh yoms
Oh wo wo wo yeh
February 05 yeh
Ehmmm yeh my life
Yeh
2017 was a year of my tragedy
I lost my sister and that shit mean a lot to me
I
24th.
“Grândola, Vila Morena” was aired by Renascença at 00:20am of April 25th of 1974. It was chosen to be the “second password”. The password that “put
following but
This whole journey, has been inspired by death
Before the Unsigned Hype
Before my mixtape on any site
The day Biggie lost his life, I got
Hey you're still in high school, got plenty of time
They say these are the best years of your life
Ace the SAT, you'll do alright
But now you're 18,
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