Lyrics:
ain't allowed back
I already made it rich, I pray to God he give his time back
I'm living out my dreams, yeah, these niggas haters
'21 Maybach fly by
to make
So niggas clappin' at niggas who raise that crime rate
[Chorus]
You could live by the gun, or die by the bullet
You niggas push me, for sure
(Yeah) I can feel no change (Wok, huh)
It's just a game (Pow)
Send me to the moon, bitch I don't wanna hear complains (Nah!)
Movin' how I wanna, I
gonna be toothless so you better not drive me insane
You see by the way that I look and I'm movin' I'm dealin with hurt and the pain
Baby stop playin you
They know Fred all around Miami, it's gon' be hard to shake me
Brodie just seen his eyes he movin' back and forth, he just keep on pacin
Red
I'm cornered, I attack
Want a 'rarri, black on black
If I can't, mac on mac
Fuck wit me, can get wacked
Rip your heart out, one by one
If I can't, I'll
Life-life is real dangerous
Imma hold my lethal weapon hold up for a second
Rip to my niggas that got killed by the gun
You live by the gun you die by the gun
out
First born to my momma
I come from the place where you're promised
To die before your 21st
You'll be surprised what's underneath the earth
and start to jot some
Always told myself that I would never be losin'
Man, I ain't have no hood, my mother was always movin' (damn)
From Detroit to Texas,
it away
Yo
I'm like Thelonious at the underground piano
Dressed in camo, the grenades, guns and ammo
Death to sambo, send 'em a bouquet
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
featuring Teflon and Jay Z
Lil' Fame:
Seventy five
Raised on a strip called here brotha hill
Where guns pop and cops get
dealt
I felt like dying just the other day 'cause Satan was trying
Walking too close by my side
Stay still, please don't move your soul you could lose
here, it is done
And thought you was a killer, you swore you'd never run
Nigga died with his gun still up in the holster
It's comin' in the air? Yeah
'em now, down to your bitch
Nigga you sick, fronting like you tougher than what you are
'Til the gun is coming through the driver's side of your car
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,
my G.U.N Gotta keep blicky
Nggaz P.U.S.S.Y Fuck the other side They gon D.I.E
And in M I S S I S S I P P I We done did our thing
Ima savage 21
Yuh, aye. Nah
Hahahaha, yo. Yuh, aye, yuh. What
Yuh, Yuh (Aye, nah)
I got a gun in the bag
Poppin' again, and again, and again
And, you bitch, you
it's a fact, you've been hitted by the Master-I
Emcees want to gun me, take my life from me
It's funny but still ain't nothin' move but
war, war
A coward dies 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'
low, hang tight, under count, overrun
COVID 19, 20, 21
6 feet separate mother and son
Breakdown, masked up, gloves and a gun
Lay low, hang tight, under
'em now, down to your bitch
Nigga you sick, fronting like you tougher than what you are
'Til the gun is coming through the driver's side of your car
dangerous than than n****z with guns
They make the guns easy to get and try to keep n****z dumb
Target the gangs and graffiti with the Prop 21
I already
of the wild wind
against the asphalt
Feelin’ the spirit
can’t stop me unchained!
I’m movin on
I’m movin on…
Fire up my three nintey, overbored
four
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