Lyrics:
don't give a flying fuck
It was like I bust his head
like a melon tossed from
12 stories up
splat
Lookin like a runned over
cat it's murder season got
Fall by the bounce 'cause you bounce hard and plastered
It's the same joint, it just sound better mastered
Try to tell brothas but you couln't
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
you're a sleeper
But I'ma be my little brother's keeper
Put him in the spot, let him clock notch
Tryin to keep him safe from the 9s and the 12-gauge
selfies eating scooby snacks riding shotgun
Facts and tough love all in ah 12 gauge
Blasting my incentive to take it all ah way
Ima cold hearted brother
Made Gangsta
Ruler clip on my hip
32 Plus 1
I cant miss Glltt Poww
Self made gangsta
Got tha 12 gauge
Gglllttt bang bang bang
Screaming gang gang gang
money is the code of the streets
Live by it, and they say the hotter the bullets, the colder the streets
Like the older the hammer, the older the beef
Too many of times I was alone
And Left behind
Too many of things I cannot say
That's on my mind
Men I need some time
To keep some check on my life
But––such was the nature of a dream.
Ever since Jake bought the 12-gauge for the new house, it’d become her go-to ruby-reds in, oh, maybe a dozen dreams
5 dollars I'ma fight for
My sisters only 12 and she's pregnant wit a baby
My brothers goin' ta jail and my momma's going crazy
I'm all by myself,
or get your ass capped
With a 12 gauge blast to your back
I'm not your average nigga, I'm untouchable
Shootin' motherfuckers full of rocks
The hell raiser
with two of my woes
Had a big 12 gauge in my rucksack
My young niggas drill
Like Itch and Sizz
10 toes in the drive with a book bag
And we're
kidding anybody, Teddy been this hype
Bit my style on every song on his hard drive
That's a motherfucking gigabyte
Bit it by the bottom, but he made it
the
[02:21.12]Struggle is never ending. Feels like it never ends.
But you see.[02:28.42]
I just keep pushing through the struggle day by day
In a place I call home but
on the luck for the niggas who ain't free
I was just blind by the streets now look i could see
Couldn't sleep right i didn't put someone in a garbba leaf
It was
and departed
Probably blown by a 12 gauge shawty so harshly
They Ronda block so Rousey surrounding spots being cautious
Counting losses in this mosh pit
They
older
Everybody walks fast
This world has surpassed the ability to keep its composure
I sit alone
Neath a red maple shade tree
And clean old 12
You don't wanna see a tear drop from my eye
So you better just move homie and walk on by
Cuz I ain't got time, its hard staying alive
All you
like this on purpose
But if I keep this up we gonna need some hearses
Shotty hitting like a 12 gauge
Living life like I'm self made
I been getting high
ting
Half a brick, it made the papers
Put it in the press, made a clone
Young and rich, blame the stove
Old school 12, it folds, snap it
Put two in
And I tried to keep it real never once lied
They say I changed that I’m not the same guy
Cause they use to the lies never heard of the truth
Now they mad
a 12 gauge blast to the body
And it even knock you back if you stop me
Got rock try to copy you cant be me
Joe$ya mane the one and only you gon see me
It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S.
Takin shit
[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
hungry for change
Spark the road up, with the edge of my 12 gauge
Blind obsession with yourself it's true
The best thing about me, is I'm not you
I'm
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