Lyrics:
Out guilty verdicts in blood
These words that I live by
One day I might die by make my mom cry
Will this shit get worse for me
The CIA murder me
For
and ride from Chi to Texas
Give the game up since I came up put my name up
Check out the rhythm
Make the mob wanna flame up
Struck a match
cold junkee with some
Drugs in his mouth
High till I die, and fry is all I taste
Don't make me catch a case by
Pumpin' them slugs in your face
I
'm arrested again I won't get a B - O - N - D
I'd rather die then live life in the Penitentary
But these days you gotta be strapped
Even when I'm at home I
When I take that final sleep
I pray my maker carry me
Take my fame and pull it free
Bitch niggas to bury me
Was a bigger man
But they make me
a drive-by, you deserve a face shot
I took the picture boss, not Jewish
Just wonder when I die
How much my pen'll cost (Pentecost)
Find out we track and I
niggas have to die
I won't leave til I'm satisfied
They oyster perpetual with the day and date
You played it safe
What happens to beefing when
All
what they say
When a pretty girl goes walkin' by I look the other way
Hey baby cross my heart and hope to die
I wouldn't tell you no story I
Yo…Jase inside
Big up westy
Big up jamesy
Will I die old? will I die young?
Right now am feeling numb
Feeling zero emotion
Feel like am trapped in
I was born in Texas way back in time
Just a little shack town by the railroad line
You know that the rumblin' of
The wheels was my lullaby
Got those
at the pearly gates when I arrive
So many situations I got into but I’m right
I’m not taking applications for my love when they apply
Yeah you say you ride or die
Where ya goin?
I could trap by myself, I don't need no help
Look, I trap when it's cold out, trap with the lights out
Trap with the air conditioning
on edge when we do work
Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
Getting bitches and they can't stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one Tony Montana
thug fin to lose his life, motherfucking nigga from Texas
Steady with the dumb plexers, by the hand when I'm kicking your ass
And everybody better ball
just want you all in my way
I'm up in Texas 3 a.m
And I spend $250 on drank
I never tell you when I fried
Cause you hate when I'm sippin' pints
I hit you
We pimps from Houston Texas to California for real
My pockets hurtin baby I need some financial love
So get where you supposed to and, do
What
the hallways air force ones hella loose
They wonder why I like to tuck my shirt and lace up my shoes
When it’s war outside we step out side with no insight
I be lying say I'm fine but I mean the finer things
cnd when she by my side I see the brighter side of things
Insecure, I never say it but she sees
like Texas
Precious but menace when I rap to all of these ghost
Whenever I roast I see right through em'
Noticing all of the lies 'cause I've been sober
die
Word on the street Jersey up now
Runnin' like a bitch when they hear the gun sound
All this shit I done befo' left me dumbfound
Got my mind in
myself by R A G in the cut
Promise my life I'ma write with my blood
Live for the hate if I die with the love
Turn to a dog cause shit getting rough
Shit
a dropper, with the trunk flying bumping
[Lil B]
Give me the mic, and I bet you I go hard
When you plexing in Texas, I be pulling your hoe card
In
Instead of spend a stack, pimp really kick back
Get some ass just like that
See I never been ahead ? (Lexus)
That apply to (Texas)
Do or Die (Respect
Let truth be told I wish I never met ya
You bussit down just like Alexis Texas
Aye
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
I don't need no one
But you by my side
I get
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