Lyrics:
I deal with my partner
But no lie I got love for my hometown
I love guns, get money in my hometown
One-seven postcode of my hometown
I walked G's
a production deal
I sailed the seven seas and kept my head above the water
Sorry I left you, but now I am back for ya
But it's like we never bounced, platinum
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
It's the 10 gun commandments, what yeah
My gun toting niggas
Big ratchet handle (yeah)
My illegal gun smugglers (yeah)
See,
This is the beginning of a new era
This is the beginning of a new era
Never made out with death
Never had a year when you lost seven friends
Never had
a 7 6 six shot metal kit (Ross)
Uh, I wear the gun like a gurtle
Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle
Shit, these niggas ain't satisfied
tellin' the truth
If I lie, may I die in the middle of the verse
My niggas hustle from first to first
Twelve months in a year
Gun on your waist,
Fuck the cops
Fuck this bitch
Bghina ghir l3a9a dkchi lakhor by
Mab9itch kant3aml
Kula lila working
Double d jbiina 7atin li ma dayerch
Fuck the cops
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
him
Nigga actin' like a bitch, doubt he fire, he too feminine
I got Runflats on my tires 'cause we in this shit
Five glicks, we be 4-7 'cause we in
copycats
Copy raps, I will not be that, I'm y'all ass 24/7, 10/4 copy that
Aftermath in this bitch nigga, what you gon' do about it huh?
Nothing, yea,
that's why we walk with our guns
'Cause those without guns get killed by guns
?? the one that will kill you son
It's the same where ever we from, it's
right now I can't do it
Got a super thick chick with
Some real big lips
And a swear the little bitch
Suck the dick so good
Gonna hit this scrilla like
that's from the trenches, I told him, trace his dreams
You gotta get up and go get it if you want it by any means
They like Seven This , seven that, it's
This for all them 38 babies out the North you hear me?
Look, gang
This that red rum shit, fuck how you come shit
Better keep your gun bitch
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money
And my guns in the sky
And my guns in the sky
Yeah,
Why would you leave somethin' you love here
a gun get chu bitch you
Ran and grabbed a bag like
You had a gun witchu
But you ain't clap a shot when
Them Cali niggas snatched ya watch
I bare (beer)
depression by 13
Wrote my first lines at 12
By age 11 I was raising hell
At 10 intended to be successful
9, I knew I was special
8, Niggas was letting guns
many years, plenty niggas done came and went
Bitch I’m talking money blood sweat and tears meanwhile tryna get a brick, now
I smell, gun smoke
I smell,
bitches, going Kony, bitch
I got an army motherfucker full of only kids
Got a squad of kids about 12 years old
Run in they momma crib put the chrome to her
linked, and you gave that hoe a kiss
Yo homies looking down on you and you ain’t slide Man you a bitch
Y’all only shoot y’all guns on Fourth of July and New
now (You in danger now)
You a DC here trying to save her now (Captain save a ho)
Was the game, I'm the player now (Bitch what)
By yourself, who you came
the biggest gun
They catch me loafin sendin shots, and bitch I ain't gon run
Yeah, Like bitch i'm steppin' in my 501z
Burner on my hip, ain't scared to die,
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins
So the years rolled by and several died
And left us somewhat reelin'
man..."
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Hate rules in these times
Niggaz don't wanna see me shine
Stop me, and then
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