Lyrics:
First name C.T. last name is Money$$ (Money)
I'm so fuckin hot, don't touch I'm burning(I'm hot)
Never sold drugs but I always toke guns
Walking
on going keep on flowing
How the hell you say you in a gang
When you went on the block and you folded
My pockets they poking
My mic is the gun and I gotta
blocks
I been stalkin ops
You still down
I could kill em all
Creepy and I crawl
You still down
Sunday service or the mall
Guns I draw
spray down
Creepin
another heart attack at the starter's gun
Mass formation everyone get into step
Here come the Technocrats with an agenda preset that they called agenda 21
Walking alone I don’t know what I’m living for
Walking alone I don’t know what I’m living for
But I know one day I’ll spread my wings and fly
Fly
but you is a walking statement
Kept my distance but you should of kept your silence
You a sus got pressed by my dawgs that's wilding
Cause You a sus
smell good stay sprayed on, I hit downtown and take girls home
That bonfire, light that up, home grown shit, roll one
I got a gun rack in by back glass
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
people had the neighbors getting no sleep
People walking round with a sway
I guess no feet
Music so loud oh it was messing with your heartbeat
I'm walking
Will he be defeated by the breaking dawn
And by one evil secret Link
(21 minutes)
You don't fit in when you feel like you're down
Walking through for
my God He up above
I used to run around I had my feet up in the mud
And now I'm walking in The Spirit breaking the limits
All this fire I've been
the area[00:50.22]With good conditions to help it grow, at ease soldier[00:52.86]It's time we wait, how long until it grows older[00:55.00]I'm just waiting by the soil
I walk through this bitch by myself with no worry[00:29.24]Top priority, I told God, don't you hurt me[00:32.21]They keep on bashing me, I told mama,
or Gordon Ramsey cuz they made you cook
Dope, clouds from guns before they made the term smoke
Yungins dead before 21 almost made me burn hope
It's not
I'm walking
I'm walking
Up ahead see him that's my target
His tank top red
Got a mark on his head
Like the boss said
Time for profit
Laid down my
running, duck in abandoned buildings
Ditching my gun, homeboy the motherfucking villain
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list
So I
a elephant
I move cars like spinnin rims
I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem
Not to down Eminem, I fuck black bitches
Fuck white bitches, nigga
taps
Or 21 gun salute, there ain't cahoots
My name ain't Alex Haley but I still got roots
I bang bang bang to the air now ya dead
It was a black
Uh huh
We playing for keeps
He died with his gun he got shot just for reaching
I ride with that drac nigga cause it's that season
I'm sliding with
yourself from the government
Well if you're gonna shoo them just use your fucking fists
As of January 21st 2018 1,049 innocent lives have been lost to gun
just anyone
Bitch im a savage no 21
All of n*ggas gone shoot we got plenty guns
(Boom, boom)
Swear we got plenty guns
Baby I'm not just anyone
Birkin
get locked it's like Gotti on trial
Five years in the pen, separated from friends
I'm only 21, kept the shakers and gun
Blow in ya face, stab you
I'm walking down the street
To hang out with my friends
We're having lot's of fun
Wish this would never end
We're getting thirsty
And we wanna get
And I only rap on Sundays
We ain't in to keeping scores but it's even more
Youn't wann' see lil rackies in his uniform
You ain't seen a gun like
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