Lyrics:
never hit me up
My biggest fear is that my Mom get old and die alone
It's 4AM and I feel worthless Ima write a song
Don't want to talk. Just leave
I'ma grab my sword
Pull up to the set with my pink m4
Mow 'em all down like we the demon core
99 bodies and I need one more
Die, die, die, just die
and lust that holds me by the teeth
The lack of shame that should have brought me to my knees
The envy and wrath that hit me just like a disease
But I can’t
never on nothing
Get the money by my lonely
Turning up with all my homies
We don’t hang around no phonies
Say you real then you gotta show me
Keep my day
find me with the full bag ah weed
When me out pond the the ends
Got the gun up pond me
And the money pond me for me spend
Cut me fucking two hands out
trough niggas
Comin through with 6-4 sides tru down south to the west coast got 2 sides you
Better realize hittin is when they die all I want is gangsta
her an' her four friends
But it was all the Outz, we dressed up as Martians
When I crack a brew, it's nuttin' else I'd rather do
Hop out a cab or two
It's opening night two thousand six two thousand seven
It is the do or die show it to me year for Doc
Danny is good at drafting rookies ready to rock
left alone and isolated
Sad & filled with anger he posts again
If I die would you come to my funeral
And why do i think more about my death than
da ones tht plot on ya
Self made no hand outs
Try to jack you gone die homie
How I feel rn
I'm da hottest
Niggas envy wanna kill me
They be plotting
sins
If six murders five, and four sees and sings, who goes to heaven?
Three lives with the guilt of two lives
Living off borrowed time
Fucking the Nine
No Limit Studios, what's up?
Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
Oh, this P
P?
Yeah, this P
P?
Yeah (if this
No Limit Studios, what's up?
Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
Oh, this P
P?
Yeah, this P
P?
Yeah (if this
me by
should I wave/
just keep it moving
cause I'm still looked at like a slave/
They dug plenty graves
started with Treyvon Martin/
celebrated after
the jump/niggaz front from the start/you was cool like we brothers/ till u played with my heart/see all that side talkin and that back biting left our bond tore
to grow
Time ain't gone stop and my bag it's gone show
Niggas envy me but got the same twenty four
If you run up Glock twenty three it's gone blow
by my ties
I aint the one numero uno pockets on sumo pushing a two doe
Riding with something that keep it a hunndo
I dont know what they on but long
acclaimed
My heart in vein
The Lord you be playing
Oh we ain't shit till we forget that to be fuckin praying
So, call my soul
One, two three
Lean back with
I die
Bury me with all my ice on
I see two bad hoes
I'm knowing them bitches feeling me
I be doing me
Like nobody else in the industry
Try to steal my
but the stage is empty
If you ain't on the drums stop playin' with me
If you ain't on the keys stop playin' with me
Little foreign exchange in the green
barrel pressing on your neck
If you smell the steam than you will see it clearly in your line of vison
If you disrespect imma check ya with a 2 piece like
the door bitch!?
This is wooba gooba with the green teeth, let me in!!"
Well, she opens up the door
And then you just kinda walk up to her and say
with that
Family, ain't nothing strong as that
And I'll be posted up where the strong is at
Brothers by my side, city on my back, real heroes
That's
green, my cheese fettuccine
I'm counting that money and i'm seeing blue
I'm not gon' lie, I'm sipping that drink
My cup getting filled, it's a two times
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