Lyrics:
cops
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Near
Our
Weed spot
So i down another bottle just help when I get nervous
So I down another bottle always help me find a purpose
So I
I know you watching the world telling God how tight we was
You might be gone but you ain't dead I feel your soul by my side
Asking me to check
It all was a dream
B.I.G. facts used to be the last name that was called on a team
Tall as a teen, learned to ball
But was getting dunked on by this
Who the fuck scared now?
Look who the fuck fear now
Had to hit him with the shotty nigga
Another dead fucking body nigga
Gangsters, this is how
now?
Chased that nigga down, put him on worldstar
Bitch nigga got away, in his girl's car
Put that pussy on the net like a pornstar
Another weenie with
I left a message in a bottle for you
You never picked it up and I've been stuck on if it's better for you
To never read it, it's been on my dresser
Yeah, yeah
You know it
Cloudy nights, rolling up another flight
She got her boarding pass via text, she packing light
She just wanna eat and smoke
who the hell are you asking me where I'm from
I’m from the South Western Township
Where we get down kid
Where you usually get smacked if you act like
all I see around me is chaos served with a lime
Another bottle down and we have never felt this high
Oh, did I forget to mention? This is how we pretend
your story and celebrate the glory
Drinks in the air for my niggas not here
This for the fallen soldiers
Hold it down, I told ya
Pop another bottle
real enough, they always bluffing
Always on go, so no I don't follow the rules
And no I'm not the shooter, he in the cut, holding the tool
They asking
bend them
Don't play the victim, never backing down I know I did it
I'm popping bottles with the members, they my only witness'
We asking God for
Yeah, I'm such a fucked up mess
I wish I wasn't bound down by anxiety and stress
It's like a war in my mind, an unwinnable game of chess
The way my
I wish I was dreaming right now
Here we go again
Woke up on another death
How many more
How many more does it take to feel numb
We used to walk down
If I was up on that stage
Would you clap for me
Would you know every single song
And just sing with me
I know I'm asking hella questions
I need
Can't take the heat get out the kitchen man
Cooked by Con got the kitchen on fire baby
Hey pass the blunt this way...pass that!
Con got me feeling
Luckily I find 'em just at the right time
Mack in my right arm Tequila bottle in
My left arm like Cristian
Watching my life go keeping myself in
Yeah.. yeah
Said 1 day ima slow it down..
Backs against the ropes you know I'll never really slow it down
Got 3 babes asking what we are I tell em
I mean what is there to fear
I'm from black America this is just another year
You're new to disrespect by your elected puppeteer
Well let me show
I mean what is there to fear
I'm from black America this is just another year
You're new to disrespect by your elected puppeteer
Well let me show
churches and now I'm Praying just asking god to please just
Hold me
Hold me, maybe just hold me Another year, another day in Another Life
Hold me, maybe
Effectuated by Roma and the taste, your taste
Baby girl put it in my face
Girl you look so fine
I, Have to make you mine
Just, Like a bottle of wine
You, keep
The Angels fly on by
Looking for Heaven in the sky
Dry them tears from my eyes
Praying for answers asking the Lord why...
I'm praying for answers
never fuck
He wanna get angry
I ain't say I want the dick
I got boo stanky
Another Nigga tryna fuck
Another one tryna fuck
And another one down
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