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And the game fuckin' needed something dirty raw
Tell them this the law and we weeded, uh (yeah)
So if it's God you believe in (yeah)
Bob your
on the scene with cocktails
One nigga looking for po po, in Forest Hill
Someone looking through windows
The doorbells goes off followed by the pump and gas
medusa eyes
Full of hatred and lies
How do you act like a stupid ass cunt
I probably should have known it by the way you would lie cus
Noone hangs with
like a volcano I’m steady finna erupt
Don’t like no big circle cuz niggas be fake as fuck
I can tell by the way these people talk around me
Wanna smile
till I D-I-E, my nigga
Yeah, you behind if you don't know the power (nigga)
Product this shit the moment Ruthless started goin' sour (what?)
Niggas
through everything that you had said
You say didn't say but you had said
There is no way that I could've misread
You're way too influenced by the ones you
served us
Oh why did fools had to let loose
Heard six pops from a deuce deuce
Big Tom had to push us
13 niggas runnin' straight to the bushes
For
an angel take my body
Before the doctors have a chance to do an autopsy
Buryin me near bob marley, or even haley salassie
Surround me by his israeli posse
on the bench
Wanna be free, but take a stand, fuck the team, break the chains
Drive the hearse, in reverse, live to die, fuck the lane
Matter of fact, fuck
You're getting way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my
You're getting way too big for your boots
You're never too big for the boot
I've got the big size twelves on my feet
Your face ain't big for my
the sun
In the east, dancing in the west
Having fun
Pourin up liquor
Cuz I'm living to die
Smoking Bob Marley
No woman, no cry
She a day tripper, took
the field?
Flow sick lyrically i am ill
U miss me i got a vibe u cannot kill
And These bitches gonna die trynna match up the skill
Came in game with
love won't be divided (oh oh oh oh oh)
If love a-was a thing a me say money could a-buy
The rich man would a-live a me say poor man would die
If
Started with an ounce, had twenty million by the time I'm thirty
I was in and out deep in that field where niggas die by thirty
Hangin' with the killers
tell me why we got to die
And kill each other one by one
we've got to love and rub-a-dub
We've got to dance and fall in love
But what I really
tell me why we got to die
And kill each other one by one
we've got to love and rub-a-dub
We've got to dance and fall in love
But what I really
was playing close so all he heard was fye fye
Bullet whistle by yo ear next one it's a quick demise
Feel like Tom Brady way I let all these bullets fly
was sitting by myself and got sucker punched
They hit my head hard and knocked the food right off my tray
Beat me to the ground and poured some milk
die ya
Look to the way you diving
Now you gotta rise to the top
Remember your the only one you got
I felt like Tom Hanks on that movie castaway
down, and watch you bleed to death
I hear the sound of your last breath
Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left
You was in the right place
the day I die
'Til I die
Yeah my mind is clouded by a demon I can not shake it off I don't know who to trust
Demon
My mind is clouded by a demon
My mind is
go everyday thinkin' what it'd be like if y'all never left
It's just unreal for me to believe that you're gone
As I see it, there ain't gon' be a way
ways to die son
I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks wake my high up
Steaks are high well done and prime
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