Lyrics:
crosses and you'll never see a-one
But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
bitch
21 zips dats skunk
Thats a pound and 5 zips in the trunk
I really get tree by the trunk
Spent 18 months on that bunk
21 zips nigga pass
a motherfucking friend[00:14.21]Blicky by my side till the very end[00:16.64]And all these bitches on my line but I've been chasing M's[00:19.30]Can't complain this
sellin weed
Shootouts, and some ecstasy
Them boys gone, them boys crazy, must have lost their mind
Whole clique strapped up fuck one time
Above the law hey
got hit in the leg (on God)
Get out the car if you scared
We went through they hood, and we painted it red (21)
I don't really talk on phones
We
from below
Taking full control
Wind... Is blowing
Storm... Is rising
There is sand
In my eyes
Legions in black
Are marching to
The fading sun
All guns
the club (pow, pow, pow, pow)
I grab my bitch's booty every time that we hug (21)
She got ass shots, but I still fell in love (yeah)
Turn up the knob
ohh
I remember looking like a kid in a cage
Yet, surrounded by these animals
Twice my age
J needed me and T to be a runner
Said we'd be protected by
Hey, you will never be alone
He tells you keep marching on
He will never leave your side
So don't get caught up in your pride
Jesus is now in your
die by these times
Not tryna fire up the, gat, but
Yeah I got a weapon, nerf gun
Work done, flirty with the girls, babes waves let me surf one
Most
for justice
Ferguson, rest in peace Mike Brown
And all the young soldiers out there
God help us
Time to take a stand and save our future
Like we all
rot in the crypt
We taping it up to the ceiling graded
Time from time and again my niggas had ta warn
All you enemies of mine I'm coming ta storm
My
Shawty is legit
21 wit no kids
Rolling wit yo friends
Pulled up in that Benz
Big body Benz
All black with the window tent
21 wit no kids
21 wit no
destiny or
Do I have free will?
Time is marching on
It is marching on
It is marching on
cnd there's nothing you can do
Time flows through your hands
Like
Still brought the firearm in
Want smoke gun revolving
Stepping nigga na I'm marching
Know my worth and overcharging
Gotta finish what I started
It's
better run
A little boys got guns
Sell your home hit the road
Hide your kids, hide your wife
Pop pop ricochet from the drive by
Eye eye of the needle make
leave you behind
Make up your mind
Stop marching in time
Get in line
You better make up your mind
We're gonna get on up
Five by five
And this
a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this
Yeah I wish Shake
Yeah, and slavery was abolished
So they put us all in chains and through the pain we never saw the problem
And yeah the choice is really ours and the time
power[02:16.46]I'm a ravi in this you a parrot[02:17.74]My choppa be spitting in tongues[02:19.25]It will cure you from all your wrongs[02:21.08]Hold up all your
smelling like weed
In the trap bustin bales down
It's time to eat
21 a key, 10 five a half a key
55 a quarter key nigga come and see a G
Standing
for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court date, now my nigga on the run
Big shit poppin' in his pocket like a lighter
Shit bag leave
the money, the laws, or the fame
Die by the gun or take it to the grave
Kerosene sitting in my lamb
Watermelon what I got cutting up
Grape cool aide in
you pussy, you feline (pussy)
She fell in love with a stepper (21)
I caught her playin' with my Js (on God)
I fell in love with the gun smoke
She
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