Lyrics:
she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?
You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars, hurt?
You think y'all on common ground if you
up Math?
Mickey Mirrors, true blessings
For what, X Era
Takin it to the clear this year
{Myalansky}
Faggots nervous but it's time to dance with night
protect my brothers lives
Amen amen
My brothers, yo
My brothers for life, my brothers in Christ
If my son calls you uncle you're my brothers till I die
Lord
know me
But in real life get cozy, niggas just acting
They gon make me snap like Tony
They be the reason I drink
They be the reason I be up all night by
life insurance, car insurance, good pussy insurance
Aye, look what I ain't doin'
Aye, ridin' in foreigns
Aye, K-Dot, four years, I got the same watch
bodycam
I’ll kill a cop then put it on Instagram
See how many likes I get
See if the algorithm populate that
America said "pull yourself up by yo bootstrap"
pink lemoade or sherballato
Pink lemonade or sherballato tell me
What you want hoe yh i got 35s
Tenscotti by tenco or i got gotti
By backpack boys in
(Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
Before he hit the floor,
Yeah
Yeah uh huh
You know life is a miracle man
It's a series of miracles you know what I'm saying?
Yo
Yea yea yea you got it poppin on your live
I'm
I should've kissed you in the summertime when we were standing by the pool
But I was late for work and you were searching, for yo sunglasses
So I
less, strictly quality garments
Yo, exercise your right to bear arms, peace to salute the prostitutes
Constitution, precious moments in her life
From
clean like Gucci
And it's cold Burr like Suzy
It's October bet by New Years I'm that nigga
Yo bitch gone wan take a picture
Then she gone wan take her
in da lobby
I really trap I just rap for a hobby
I shop with my plug in LA when I visit
Might cost you yo life if we pay u a visit
I can’t fall off
the N.W.O
How many years (fo' mo'), so them fake John Gotti's
Ain't got no Maseratis, I be at the party sippin' hot toddies
My bumps in Arabic, out Audis
the N.W.O
How many years (fo' mo'), so them fake John Gotti's
Ain't got no Maseratis, I be at the party sippin' hot toddies
My bumps in Arabic, out Audis
got niggas coughing and hitting the dab
Age 23, I came back with the B.S.
By age 25, get a M.S. in Math
Previous year I was going out sad
I got out
your time, you "25/8 on my miiind"
This life by design, it's just a matter of time
Trust me lil' mami, we fine
Some day, i know you'll see it, it just
could be godly
In a world so dominated by sin
And thin hotties with rims tell 'em then
If-If you got it
See i ain't Irv Gotti
But that murder incorporate
but bills still ain't being paid[00:38.81]I know the feeling[00:40.09]Took me 25 years but Lord knows I'm still building[00:43.33]Find your gift and use
niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(Lil' Cease)
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got
[gotti]
Yeah,no doubt,ugh
One time for the motherfuckin...
[Jazze Pha]
Yaw
This, is Mannie Frishizzle, producshizzle, ha
My nizzle, [whistles] I
years when I turn 25
From here I had this view of the flats I could see every story and floor (flaw)
And focus on the war outside may distract from
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uh)
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