Lyrics:
tryna get by
Middle finger up for what they did, I
All this money on me got me so fly
Know I'm on the same shit
Still a asshole, bitch, I rep the same
still breathin, top
Grenade, ice it up, cop pies, slice it
Up you really think you nice enough
Fuck around wit twice your luck
Even seekin scrolls until
and said
"Fuck you!", then pulled the pin on the grenades instead
Then like the sound of thundering clouds on the mountain side
Fire's ablaze where Juliet
mayday
Toughest in my hood nah, but I am not for play-play
On the East side, my niggas had hand grenades and AK's
Plus nobody love me more, more than my
Shall I proceed? (Yes indeed)
I'ma throw shade if I can't get paid (uh huh)
Blow you up to your girl like the Army grenade (uh)
You can slide on my ice
to flow
Yo, my M.O., making all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, ya know?
Yes yes y'all, I still fiend by any means
To flow, and I go
from hurricanes to a slow rain
Your thoughts are so plane, I rearrange your whole frame
Until my whole name grow out your brain like Rogaine
Letter by
so I'm thinking rape
Shouldn'ta had her curtains open, so that's her fate
Leavin' out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in,
All cops are bastards
Put 'em in the dirt sorounded by bloody patterns
I'm causing havoc
Smoke him like a backwood
Smoke him like a backwood
All cops
to matter somehow
And if we'd kept on chasing desire
We would have been ashes by now
Oh, we would've been ashes by now
What we lost was control
Maybe it's
know
That all these other guys in your past unoriginal in the physical
It don't matter when or where, baby we can find time
You get better by the day,
You're throwing me glances like razor blades
You're tossing me chances like hand grenades
I've tried so hard to get under your skin
But I can't find
to
When they hear us roll by
Some people hate still i dont mind
Getting paid just the way i like
Cant stop the Rayn so dont try
When they hear us roll by
astray
By those who throw into schoolyards grenades?
Were they miseducated, misinformed, mistaken?
Do they have murderers' souls, caged by iron?
Soldiers'
grenade
Populated by the same flies
Populated by the same flies
After more than 300 days in the trenches
Persevere and suffer
One attack to end everthing
Nighttime drive-by, singers lullabies
Bigs askin' about songs they can't identify
I'm from the south side with a young die
East of the river with a fish fry
your date
I don't think this was an accident
I think we met by fate
Man the vibe just seem perfect
Maybe we should trade numbers and call each other
Searchin' for proof
Put the world on my loop, could you tell me what's wrong
What's wrong
Mmm, could you tell me what's wrong
By the way, I'm so high
Could
the same
We're all the same against this hell
We're the monster they created
The hand grenade they activated
Fueled by shame and regrets
We're trying
Clean sweep, apply pressure to the scum
This is my town, Stapleton is where I'm from
Third shot slapped in the head with a juice box
Grenade with no pin
[Verse 3-Lil Wyte:]
With bullets wizzin by, children dyin every 36 seconds
It makes it uncomfortable for me to even respect this
With this focused brain
of night
Was shattered by fire
As the guns and grenades
Blasted sharp through the air
One after another
His comrades were slaughtered
In the morgue
provided and swoop kid
And bloodhounds is hatin'
They knowin' how the kid get down
Silent shottys wit grenades, I'm waitin'
And everybody love vintage
You
Peace to Lil' Cease
Microphone track board, loose chord, oh Lord
Promo number one Sadat X had a grenade
And the have next day I smashed the shit
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