Lyrics:
got a mayor
You write your name with a Sharpie, I write mine in stone
I knew that the world was for the taking and it wouldn't take long
We on, tryna
Look at me then look at you
You know im living life
Your hoe she want to chose
I'm giving her that pipe
Cook a nigga like beef stew
We shooting fuck
for the look
They integrity gone
Steady digging up the past
To dismiss how you grown
Protect the golden heart
Leave me alone
But enough bout how
was thinking college
I was out thinking commas
You could whip a dollar
If you whip it
With the grinder
For they pick me
Outta line up
You get triggers
Hear the chants of the broken backs
That's crackle that snap
That facts that'll wishing for the days on ya mommas laps
Lettin you know it'll be
stories for a character flaw
But then be secretly DM'n how you loving my songs
I'm brushing it off
Lighting up another cigar
If you follow close enough then
the type a hunger that could Never be satisfied
I cried by the candle light
Hustled for this kind of life
Yea they did me dirty
But two wrongs wouldn't make
and go
Go
And some become dust
The rest waiting for you to fall
For you to fall
Lets go
JC Llamas
Cortez Bodega
La Familia Records
California
Brooklyn
Bro
to school you know I blaze up a sack
Another day, another dollar for the gangsta mack
Bitch act like you know, show me some sex and affection
And let me
c beautiful life
cye yeah aye aye yeah yeah yeah yeah
Living living
Yeah yeah such a beautiful life yeah yeah
Such a beautiful life
You gotta live
here, we're just controlling the city, ain't leaving nobody behind me
Just like a family, for the SpyKids, are you ready? Mixing the heat with the icy
I
Working for a living
Working for a living
And living to be loving by you
I come from the country
The city ain't my style
These cowboy boots
Stay on my feet
moving in the right direction
Living just enough, just enough for the city
His father works some days for fourteen hours
And you can bet he barely
moving in the right direction
Living just enough, just enough for the city
His father works some days for fourteen hours
And you can bet he barely
like a lil OG I'm jus feeling the vibe
Tonight you might see me roll by in my low ride saying
All we wanna do is muthafuckin' low ride
When we come
[Frank V]
Before you see me retire
You'll see gun fire
From a big barrel
Desert Eagle, not a sparrow
Ese you don't know me for shit, so stop thinking that
time for cortez
I know deep down I got a temper
So if you hated on me al yeah I Remember
Soon to be the king like simba
Watch it Getting rid of my scars
Perry
Not sorry that I am not merciful
If I'm taking shots it's not personal
Maybe not personal but worse for you
Worse for you I can make worse you
now I'm yizzawnin
Now as I perceive to get G to a tee
And before I bail to school you know I blaze up a sack
Another day, another dollar for the gangsta
yellow tape and white sheets
Buck chrome tell em why
Living like felipe though you
Lay on our paper
Yo life we repo play for keeps
No need for peace talk
walking in the halls
With Cortez's on
Caught my eye
I was mesmerized
By thoughts blue eyes
Made me shy every time
You would walked by
Gave me
me free)
I done asked God one too many times for forgiveness
Fuck it, the black coupe is tinted
I'm pushing past 65 on Old Chatham Road
By where
[Frank V]
Before you see me retire
You'll see gun fire
From a big barrel
Desert Eagle, not a sparrow
Ese you don't know me for shit, so stop thinking that
[Frank V]
Before you see me retire
You'll see gun fire
From a big barrel
Desert Eagle, not a sparrow
Ese you don't know me for shit, so stop thinking that
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