Lyrics:
I can't wait until they free my homie
I can't wait to drive the Vette through the
Set so they can see me rollin'
I can't wait until they free Greedo
of Ussuriysk
And Vladimirov had found me in the end
And they still don’t see
Cause the don’t know me, I am the nightmare
With bullets all around me in the cold,
Porsche
Federales love to see me in court
And tell the Lord I hope
You keep me in thought (pray for me)
But I'm a G, who gives a fuck what you think
this ain’t regular projects
I see things a lil different nigga this ain’t regular optics
I gotta lot of shit on my mind
Ak’s sticks n Nines
Its lookin
Ooh, ay
Fight, fight, fight club
Yeah, yeah
(Whoa Kenny)
Fight club, diamonds hittin', I'm kickin' shit
My broad and me like Mr. And Mrs.
academic stare run
And the books so worn and torn I can't think
How they tried to cripple me
Understood the lost side of me
Thank God I had a good
what I do's
Behind a project fuckin' building
It's must I make ends meet
Cause ain't no nigga, no nigga gone take care of me
I been strugglin' for too
calm
Neutral but we see blood that make homeboys hate at each other's lives
Over colours and thangs, that they can bring
To the next plain, but the toots
never wanna see it vanish
It's the destiny I'm scared of that I was handed
It's the confidence my mama gave me when I was I conflicted by the damage
Long
Casualty, wept over the whole fuckin galaxy
Battle me, your styles a game like Sorry
Or like Atari, I'm gnarly just like a Harley
Davidson, I take
this is bout as hard as it gets, tha projects saturated wit drugs and dealers, and the streets consist of the guns and cold killas, It?s bad enough man
Winfrey courtesy of Global Poverty Project, Inc. dba Global Citizen from the Global Citizen Festival Mandela 100 in Johannesburg, South Africa on December
Keep on tryin' (Keep on tryin')
Just keep right on tryin' (Keep on tryin')
12: 29, '99, I made my mark
God gave me a script and I
Managed to play my
Yea. Story time homie.
A lil knucklehead. Fightin' til his knuckles bled/
Influenced by surenos. He had no love for red/
Had to be tough and rep
what that mean to me
'cause shit be gettin' so damn real
You gotta find some direction
And the game's put to work and shaped to perfection
So by
Find me on a Friday vibing bumping the Isley's, my brother thought i was sample finding but i was just unwinding, like a yo yo, but i never used
just what I do Trynna Tuck my money by my wallet like a bible
Holdin' on my belt like if she just won a title
Sittin' on my lap like she tired
make no mistake
My lines flow like a snake, in projects I partake in
Darth Dotta the Great, clexander, no relation
Variants escape, multiverse is for
ladle
Damn, that one was made of cedar wood
Found a little wifey and she like me I'ma treat her good
Fifth floor living Lake City you could see the hood
Puerto Rico (Uh)
By the time
That I switch up the flow
Catch me a pop
Then I'm upping the score
4 pocket rockets
We pull up with choppas
Don't come for no
lazy
Trust really played me
I can't dim my light
Cause they simply gon be shady
And life what you make it
I may trail now but know imma be blazing
Talk about sex, packin' chrome, techs, hero' bones
And coked up white chicks that look like Sharon Stone
Washed up M.C.'s, whose styles have been grown
homie.
Jesus piece around my neck and I’m wearin it like a vest
I’m the boss I don’t see all that arrogance as a threat.
Game told me don’t forget to be
nigga gon' see what all that fire for
If you didn't wanna get shot, tell me why the fuck you sat behind me for?
Know you didn't wanna get shot, but yo
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