Lyrics:
die, I hope I live in the sky
All my folk who ain't alive, hope they live in the sky
Pray to God when I die, that I live in the sky
(It's true what
one hundred percent
One by two by two by ten
Twenty by five one hundred percent
How can I get you to understand that I got needs baby?
Listen please
ideologies that all conflict
I need your help, but don't take mine
I hate to say it, but I must admit
I don't have the time, I don't have the patience
yeah
And we started off as kids, stomach's touching our ribs
And them streets all night like we ain't have nowhere to live
I remember somedays we
on the Glock (Glock)
Kill all the opps (opps), ride on the cops (cops)
Live by the code, die by the code, never been a hoe
Bury me before I sell my soul
something good 3 blunts and I'm smacked out
All city on smash, game on padlock
26 inch rims throw 'em on the matchbox
6 bad hoes man I can't choose one
3 cell
my matchbox in my hand
Burnin' up the pages in my little black book
Start my life all over again
I don't need no women in excess
I can't afford
and some Macs all big gats
Then I went to see my connect like
"Where the bricks at?"
He made me spend, I paid for ten
But brought twenty bricks back
Then I
it tight, a'ight (you're all)
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live (I need)
In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids (to get by)
Word life you
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
off no bickering
Did my dirt all by my lonely, wasn't off no witnesses
Dipping in the alley in all black, couldn't see the kid
Splitting for i had
'm twenty-five and kind of hate who I've become
I refuse to live this shallow I need unrequited love
I'm twenty-five and feel alive... that's a lie
I'm twenty
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
Intro Yo, are y'all even still doing anything, cause I don't hear y'all, see y'all in these streets We're always up in the streets. That's where we
coming up
Seen it all while I was coming up
Brick by brick I laid the game down
Ever since I been FRYD I ain't never came down
cll while I was coming up
name is Nebraska
I live in a matchbox of Omaha
It's nothin' fantastic
We love you the same way, and
You call me Maria
My life on the North Side
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
Like there's one more move to make
One more road to cross
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
to disaster
I recognize the cankers by the mechanical stagger
As opposed to the skip of big brother bad slapper
Theologies who need to keep the cookies
live
'Cause that's where I hide all my shit
Diamonds on my wrist, on my neck and other wrist
Goddamn, look at this
Oh, she want a kid? She wanna trip
Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, two years ago, on Thanksgiving,
When my friend and I went up to visit Alice at the restaurant
But Alice
never needing no flotation
Devices, on this humble pie by the slices
Give it to 'em free, cause it's priceless
This your invitation, I'ma even welcome
to live (people)
Get the gat, uplift fans, wider bowl, melting gift (asian)
No comeback, downgrade fans, all eyes roll, caught in the crib (home)
I was
ain’t seen shit yet
Maybe
You need to
Get that fact checked
I'm writing this for me and no one else
Cuz most the time i preach
Y'all just would bully me
or not. It might be another twenty minutes, all day at the mall
If I keep on goin', it would be nothin' at all, where they lived happily ever after
But
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