Lyrics:
relationships
Because everyone just ends up leaving
I live by morals pray to god
But I wonder why this the way I'm treated
Just a Sunflower covered in some weeds
can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
spin around let your whole crown man down man down
[Street Life]
I live by the street code
abused, sick of nervous breakdowns
Addiction hit me, white lines and alcohol
Smoking weed, was numb to it all
Don't walk by, spare a thought for this
drug!
(Tormented)
want to live my life in a day (What I meant is)
Drugs help escape the flame and pain (THC)
Roll it, light it, now you smoke your weed (I
Its the way i live my life
Always give 100 take back 50
Give one 100 and i take back 50
Dont have anytime to be so thrifty
Dont need a shrine just
"lights off shit coming at you live and on fire
Kottonmouth kings, and cypress hill"
You know southern california be home of the highest
Between
live for today, but think of tomorrow
If that weed rolled up, I think she gon' holler
So much money stacked up, we ain't thinking of violence
Before
spirit
Needs release
I refuse to die
By the hands of the beast
For the Son of Man
Is come to save that which was lost
For the Son of Man
Is come to save
on the creep down by Vick's weed spot(So what! )
Made a U-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya had me stressin
a jake on the creep down by Vicks weed spot(so what)
Made a you-ey up the hill plus a change of plans
I had to hurry back so I could warn my man
Ya
and weed heads
To my family please don't ask me why
Bury me in lo sport jeans boots when I die
Fuck a suit and a tie cause I ain't ready for death
Wanna see
PTSD
Smoking weed
We couldn't sleep
Facing reality
And still fight in our dreams
We was in the streets
Haunted by our memories
Need some one
I'm just tryna live my life private
These folk keep on watching me
Nigga, like what u tryna see
I'm just tryna run this shit up today
Trap this shit
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
outlined on the floor
You got hit by the .44!
You're in the game called life, son, how you're living it
Street corner kids growing up blowing up
You
live life lavish, and my chain is carats
The last flame on the train to Paris
Used to be lame, then I changed to maverick
So many clothes, can't name
that live by the gun gonna die by the beam
I'm making deals with the devil, I can buy you a dream
I've seen, murder scenes (scenes), hoes get done
Can I live?
Hell yeah but you still gon die
C'mon nigga you a thug
But I'm still gon cry
And you done learned off experience
I'm still gon ride
Can I live? Hell, yeah but you still gon' die
C'mon, nigga, you a thug but I'm still gon' cry
An' you done learned off experience, I'm still gon'
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
If you have a gun, shoot'em in the head, that's a sure way to kill'em.
Look
My son know black and white because he see it in his crayon box,
only
them to come along
With the sauce that i brought the juice
How this girls them stock on my dick
Men i gat no clue
Keep the weed rolling if they ask you
a product of the 90s
cnd I'm living the Degenerate Way
I live with my parents
It's painfully apparent
They're ashamed to call me Son
I'll be lucky if I
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