Lyrics:
Cause you won't see me frontin'
This real talk
Like getting hit by a sawed-off gauge
With more +Bucks+ then +Milwauk'+
Fuck that, yeah what up niggas
way since I was 11, for real
But mostly, I'm just not enthused
About this institutionalized thinking that tries to abuse
My creativity by making me
the metal I've been putting on my neck[01:11.68]Coincidental that I made another buck, ay[01:13.60]Got a brand new bitch by every other week and[01:15.65]Blow
what crowed question to my course[00:49.80]Cause I'm always falling short[00:52.10]A couple bucks off rest insured[00:55.02]It's this strange feeling I
but even drink them
I hear he knows how to speak, but doesn't. By choice
I heard that Low Joe only has 30 bucks in his paypal account
But he's too
when.
cs I lay dying, I'm gonna recall the path I walked.
Once and for all.
I lit fire to a barn when I was 9. I ran 11 miles to the county line.
I
to much
I thrive off the challenge, I'm a childish fuck
I love toys so I'm by the buck
I hate to lose so I play too rough
I speak my mind and say I say
the Hearst leave you in the desert
(Young Chris)
Breeze through in a 7
45 45's need two in possession
Got the Mack 11 two intertechers
So ain't no tellin
us
You don't want to see this Mo' Thug clique
To swift to be faded
Just hated by them foes
Throw blows, bow down hoes
Mo' Thug handle this like
better know how to swim (swim)
And get your ass ate the fuck up by the shark with the brim
[Chorus]
Like gang writin' on the wall I'm x-ed the fuck
featuring Gigolo G
(JT)
Foul from the start a young buck be rollin
Badder than the baddest cause the baddest is devoted
Three
[Verse 1]
Everybody fin to die, by the hands of the dark angel adjust
Snatching your breath, till it dims up your chest
How much pain, can I
the Mac-11
Sending fifty through your glass
Am I losing my mind
I don't know and I don't really give a damn
But these motherfuckers, gon know who I am
Plus
Young Rambo, uh, beat you with the gun handle
Young Randall when I scramble
Gun blam you, lead by example
Still in the hood giving out samples
My
[SIX PAC]
Now here I come with that B.K. four seven guns sit ?? right to me
Step with a Mac-11 rollin' too wise
'bout Tec-9's and double up buckshots
11
(I don't need no boys to step in)
Won't be saved by all your prayin
Suck my d*ck, think I'm playin?
If that boy gon play with me
I might just leave
don’t feel accepted I just want acceptance
I want a life worth living and that is not to mention
My life’s redirected
2-19-11 that’s dated sentimental
And the whole room move like fuu
Know that we did it for the love
Know that I ain’t seen a buck for this shit
But the times that we did, man we chuck it in
feeling lucky, you can buck and fucking test your luck
Why you only come around when you tryna fuck
I'm just tryna know what's up
And I ain't had a car in
Uh
Looking back on life like a guy who's 97
But I wasn't even alive in 1997
Such a young'n that I can't remember 9/11
Now it's 2020 and I'ma make
know why they be sellin' dreams, ain't no way that I'ma buy at all
Niggas mad at Rachel Dolezol, BET owned by Viacom
Welcome to my work station tho,
the plastic, like ni**a i gotta have it
I'm copping it by the O-Z, my marijuana's jurassic
Cover your child's ears cause my lyrics sometimes are graphic
Any
Get from by me
I was on go and there was No
One beside me
People was sleeping but I Make em pass out
My niggas reeking and we Steady gassed out
NJ
Ever since I was 5 years old
I'm 22 now
When I was just 11
I discovered the truth bout
My residence
Mama didn't tell me
Cause she didn't want me
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