Lyrics:
cause his cash was low
Homies 20 years old think he's loving his best life
Before he could drink he's hitting a meth pipe
Living the American dream
22
four or five bandanas on
Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti
But you check they background, they never shot nobody
They claim they from
by her designer
Better watch what you doing your life on the timer
And she like what I'm doin', she know that I'm shinin
My trap boon, I'm servin'
"Yo you can keep asking them fuckin' questions all fuckin' day man
I told you what, I told you what the fuck happened man
Told your partner
move[00:20.69]I might Jug[00:21.69]I might just[00:22.60]I might just[00:23.57]I'm like who[00:24.44]I'm like what[00:25.39]Just a little baking soda[00:27.22]Got
the people
You still have not earned
That's my biggest concern
So sit back and just wait yo turn
She still doin auntie hair
Braids this time or just go perm
25
fuckin mind
280 pounds of hay, every damn day I gotta test a
25 lighters on my dressa', yes ah
Breakfast being served by a hoe that look like Genie
to stay in touch
He ain't really picking up calls now
3 years went by
Then G got locked
They offered a 10 piece
He thinking plea off tops
19 looking
pipe game is wicked
And an hour get you by and it can be kinda fitted
Who am I?
I might last for five minutes, but that's all right
Because that 25
[Lil' Gotti]
Now why dey want to see me dead niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
Yeah Yeah
Yo Justice Marc
Dee Marc got that heat
Scared money
Don't make no money
Fuck it take a risk
Fuck it
Might just get rich
25 to 7k
7k to 25
Gettin caught gambling dice, to hustling ice
Going to jail once, going to jail twice
A nigga sold, 25 to triple life yo
We took time in the
Ghetto
gon' hit yo' ass up.
You know where we comin' from
Death Row bitch Ay yo Kurupt
You first to blast nigga and you know how we do it
to death, he's dope but
I'm lyricist of the year, year, yeah
Hey, you don't have to agree but yo I'm just saying
Yo, I'm lyricist of the year, pardon my boast
get up and spend the time on life's rent
The rest of time that I get
Whatever time I have left, yeah
You see
You see
Derek roll another one
I'm just
a sad man for like 25 years
I'm not dabbing on my haters, I'm just hiding my tears
Zoloft, Prozac, Lexapro
All anti-depressants that I've tried
news
My mom was like
Taye, your brother got 25 years
Man, that's 25 summers
Away from his mother
Away from his brothers
Man, I wish there was a way for
like
We been livin' a dream, in real life
I can fuck yo' weave up or take it deeper
Hit me on my beeper
323, you said you want it, now you in too deep
I
a gang sign
Gotta glock 40 in my waist line
Just bought a new crib by the lake side
What is life like its love and I love my girl
Show up life a big spenda
and sisters
So he had to be framed yo, you know how the game go
18 years because the 5-0 said so
They said he set a fire to a Arab store
But he ignited
10 good years have just flown by
Were those the best years of your unfulfilling life?
You made the best of all your time
Oh no
You lied
Tired of sex
Rest in Peace Jaleel Barbee
Rest in Peace Oink
God got me, he guard body, I'm John Gotti
Long as God got me, I'm hard body, I'm Godbody
My mommy
I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo
Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat
Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out
Each
the life I'm living yet they still looking for pretense (why would I lie)
Alpha and omega so say big as my prefix (the big guy)
24 years old but still an og
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