Lyrics:
in 1991, just a happy child
Playing beneath the summer sun
A vacant lost his playground, by 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet against him, junior
and a purpose
It'll lick up all the water thats 3 11/29s
21, 2, and then 3 done came and straight up passed me by
11/29 two thousand and 21 is mine
I know
all there lives for still born babies
No ifs and or maybes
Give me a taco jesus you can't save me
My alarm clock be gun shots
My alarm clock be gun
the storm called, America
I'm doing this for y'all, and for me, for the Creator
God save, these streets
One dollar per every human being
Feel that
somebody goals, what are those? (21)
I thought about givin' you the key to my heart, but it's froze
Where would you go now?
Now that you're done with me
to proclaim, to announce, to cry, or to tell.
The supernatural gifts of the Spirit are given to arrest people's attention, not to save them.
1 Cor. 1: 21
shooters 'round my way, nigga
I'm knowing why they hatin', niggas know I got this K, nigga (21)
I got gun smoke, we can get a nigga by the day
Yeah, I gun
Born into the ghetto, 1991
Just a happy child playin' beneath the summer sun
A vacant lot's his playground
By 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet
like my odds
If they ain't coming
Atleast hard as this
Tell them niggas retire
I spit hot fire like dylon
All time I'm top 5
When I go 21 gun salute me
(straight up)
Book me for a show, I put a Glock on my rider (on God)
Niggas clout chasing, they don't want smoke, they wanna go viral (21)
I just cooked
the moment[03:19.06]Death has been callin' me for a while, the casket is open[03:21.71]Not that I'm closer, but when it's here, then I'll happily go in[03:24.31]Life is my
Nigga, fuck your hunnid thousand, I got Ms with an S (on God)
Spent a 50 in Bottega, cashier gave me some neck
Got her pinned up on the desk (21, 21
And gun's on tour buses always belong to the rapper, uh
(Live by it you die by it)
My little man ride around strapped
Hunting for an OP he can catch
the sea
Won't you please bring back please bring back
My bonnie to me
Now I know what this girls all about
She'll hold you!
Fuck you!
Stick a gun in your
me thin brother
Death at 21, jail by 18
They project it almost if that be a great thing
I'm working till I black out like a Bigen
Spreading love even
a smoking gun
A smoking gun Luke 21
Luke 21 holds a smoking gun
A smoking gun Luke 21
Genesis to revelations
Could save the nations
But they ain't want saving
Fucking with these bitches be your downfall
21 gun salute!
They killed my nigga, so we gon' sound off
Lacrosse!
Bitch I went D1 for scooping up
to rock songs
Cracking jokes, but then it was not long
Before at 21, when the fun ended fast
For even Buddy's bad ear couldn't
Save him from the draft
Verse 1: T.U.R.K
Imma keep it 100 as a hundred can be
Lyrically, none of these dudes is as nicer than me
If Jay had 99 problems and could end up
inner city kid
(What!) Step the fuck back then relax
Rough is on a full scale attack black
Huh, I'm packing a full metal jacket
A bat, 21 guns
Bitch bitch im not 21 But im savage
I'm not 21 but I'm savage, I'm not 21 but I'm savage as shit
I'm not 21 but I'm savage (ay),
I ain't got
came to and I fall, would you really save me
I really need some answers, cause I ain't got play by played broadcastin' my heart
And time after time,
bath (yeah)
Guns on me, I was going down the wrong path
I'm humble with the money and I don't cry (no)
Beat me at the game, I'ma grab it (grab it)
I
those
Favorite rapper died at the age of 21, said you live by the gun well you die by the gun
Real talk, mean no offense, but in these streets stay well
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