Lyrics:
the light
Rats crawlin' everywhere, you know how they be at night
I got a gun in my hand, and I gotta squeeze it tight
I'm tryin' to get out of here, no
and destruction
Bet you'd like to see me die
A big nabd without interruption
Blood lust is satisfied
So what's the meaning of life?
And what do you suggest
crying days
All my niggas live in memory
When I die to remember me
Hit the Gucci spend a hundred g's
Make a million put it on the streets
Live and eat let
Might hit the tap by his eyebrow
Know these niggas prayin' that it die down (prayin')
But it's not though, I'ma keep on buyin' straps, bro
No, you
UrbNet Records
Which is ran by Darryl Rodway
It was the first time I had my music out on the national level
Around that time I started doing my first
the talk of the town
Yeah, I'm in a sick dream
I don't know what this shit means
But by the end of 2016
Niggas gotta pay twenty if they need a sixteen
on business
My briefcase full of big face Benjie's
We flyin' by you on the freeway
We spendin', we spendin'
Like all this money burning my pocket
quest
A greed law
That we abide by is ruthless
Enough will never satisfy
Until we toothless
Filthy millionaires
Are gamblin' until they muflis
on the run from people in general
But also from yourself, stealth you must be from your mental
Tomorrow's a big day, you gotta cross the border
Hide out
in the hood, running from the cops
With Lil Shae and Big J, trying to bring the click to the top
And deep inside, I knew the streets would never let us
[Intro]
Shake it off. Lord, I won't do this song
This is a fight with myself
I want to gain much wealth
I want to live by myself
But I'm surrounded
are blurry
But they still can't hide
Or disguise my fury
He who lives life slow will die in a hurry
Live by the gun, you fire in a violent flurry
We're
Semi's
Automatics N Shotguns Galoore
If U Fuck Wit Me Make Sure Your Ready
N Prepare For War
I Got A Hard Life 50 And A Gun Big As Biggy
Some Old Heads
don't wanna see
Me with the 4tec spittin'
You bullshittin'
I'm just goin' live by you guys
My whole team roll me homey, ride or die
Ridin' high
Sheaf
grabba
Good chi
Good chai, karma
Good greed
Good God, I'm one
I'm like fee-fi-fo-fum
In this bitch
Big steppin' with a bun
I got business,
independent
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah
This one for them young niggas
Hustlin' them waters in Atlanta
By any means run your bands up
'Member when my mama used
good when we're together
S'hlukniswa one by one
That's when we get burnt and get stepped on
Yachange i-vibe mak'dwadla thina, they gotta see us
Sick
here that's gon' go for me
I ain't gotta send them off, no
Big homie shit, you know just how it go with me
Pistols, money, my weed it grow on trees
I'm just goin' live by you guys
My whole team roll me homey, ride or die
Ridin' high, Sheaf and do-do like I'm in Cali
I'm type this one for
My gun so big gotta limp when I walk,
Don't talk the talk 'cause T.I.P. we comin,
First go about money
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3 - Young Buck]
Its all
on tha squad car screaming "Fuck tha people!"
Man dem niggas hear me, then can git it like we do (Yeeaaah!!)
Perp for tha low, peel fo' you roll
Gotta go
by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get
Except the clientele it's fucked up
I got a homie that's gon' die in jail
Then a few more homies that's
Gon' rot in hell i'm a street nigga
Only in the lab
gotta live with them mistakes
Ain't no pressin' rewind
And if the plate big enough then
I be blessin' the guys niggas ain't solid
They was snakes in
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