Lyrics:
ducks"
I dug in my pockets so I could load the milli up
And all I felt was Phillies blunts, I'm pissy drunk
Body me, how can it be? We blood brothers
of bha-zap orange R with double S Wearing half pants eating grass no sweet flesh
Unless you wear caps with long hair on face BEARD!
Dumbass no barbate
InMyBlood*
Nick-key
It's in his blood~
Prez-O
Ha,...I'm one bad a** brother, call me Doobie
Baby got a fat a** snack ha, a Scoobie
Had to name that
anybody K, California all day
Yessir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam-blam-blam
Long Beach, popping pill on 'em
wearing
My long pants and we was sharing
Conversation with a man
Who sold ball-point pens and paper
And the train stopped once in Clifton
Where my aunt
a single solitary one
It's only a dream
A dream
When I dream I'm not lonely
I'm sorry
How long does forgiveness take
I hated him to death
I go to sleep
And I
this town 'cause you don't treat 'em right.
Oh, take a train (take a train), fly by plane (fly by plane),
Yeah, gettin' tired (gettin' tired), sick
Sometimes I feel like I've drifted, I feel different I feel gifted
I've been high so long, don't need to smoke to get lifted
I've been under pressure
deal with the nine double limb
The damn scum that you all hate
Just think if n****s decide to retaliate
They try to keep me from running up
I
with the nine double m
The damn scum that you all hate
Just think if niggas decide to retaliate
They try to keep me from running up
I never tell you
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
brother peace to my enemies
Fuck all them punk bitches that wanna limit me
I know they all scared because none of them near me
My value is verified by
Yo, all my brothers outside are gunners All the niggas outside the south side are runners
Give me the green beam, it's hot like summer For my
a doobie
Pen to the pad, relax in the back seat
With a beat cd that be soundin' groovy
Steadily, we be in the trenches, never reckless
At the same time,
the old folk home
Come on and go home with me mama
Mama. I am not riding in a long limousine
My car is not much good
But I got a good seat right by there
And on the road to Hell there was a railroad line (mmm)
And a lady steppin' off a train (mm-hmm)
With a suitcase full of summertime
Persephone, by name (mmm,
Something young becoming old
I can't stay here any longer
Trapped here by the rain
I can't stay here any longer
Waiting for this train
I'm waiting
the basement
I see you on your Instagram with the product placement
I smack that Starbucks out ya hand cuz you all basic
I can tell that you spoiled by the way
running some things
Man shut that dick trapper hoe
Before we run you a train
And if I do it I do it for me
I ain't worried about stain
I ain’t worried about
in my blood and I don't wanna be vain
But if I'm a psycho, then I don't wanna be sane
I used to dream of this shit when I was hopping on train
So,
Nigga ima star
And you better believe
I've been humble way too long
Now I'm the star of the team
Not by myself I got my brothers
Shoutout q n kb
Soon
Six, free my nigga Von
Free my nigga Dip, free my nigga Gunsmoke
Free my nigga Leo, there's a long fucking list
If I forgot some of y'all niggas, don't
Wrong Place, Wrong Time
I was five when it first happened
A normal afternoon, me and my brother
riding around laughing
We saw a house that was
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