Lyrics:
full of demons tryna kill me with some toxic love
You gave me toxic love
I guess I was never enough
(never enough)
I'm way too faded baby
I feel like I'm
to sleep
Had evicts on the door,
My mom refuse to leave
Too much pain being poor
Cause hope was out of reach
Many days wanting more
Get it by any means
Had
the Ruger
Nigga stunt if you want and
I'll put one threw ya
Not when I drive by, I'll walk up to ya
Not from across the street
I'll walk up to ya
Homie, you
hustler’s still
Rob and steal and kill and extort and
(Yo it’s so dangerous man, let’s go)
Baby’s locked in cages
Mamas look twice they ages
Starvation’s too
and hitters in line but out of sight
The guys there can mix it up in the ring, or throw down in the street
But they're all real friendly and make you something
slug shots
And drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out
Or get a new house, it's like livin' in a war walkin through shootouts
And you doubt
It's 5 am
Another Night passed and we vibed again
Lying by your beside
See the Empty wine
Was a vibe again
Alright
Close quarters
Mix weed
driver...
Like the undertaker certified by the dmv...
Mob scene mob scene all u rappers whack...
The type to rip a condom rapper just to whack it...
I'm wacky
crapmadics
How you think your man died
More money than respect
And it wasn't close it was by a landslide
Listen my nigga your work is sloppy
And I don't
My car wouldn't turn on
Now they move swiftly
Baby lick me feeling like it's Jiffy
Do it for the dead nigga's in Mississippi
Slaves from the trade
But
of his goals, he cast on my woes
Skie here to let you know, through Christ the narrow road
Don’t let the Devil get foothold, living by street codes (Street
the streets
Where the little, little, little kids
Check it
Look how I wreck it on the record
Flows, sinister method
You couldn't stand in my presence
But pay
lil' baby
I cut off my bitch, she was actin' too shady But back to these streets, I'm movin' this pack like the eighties
Fuck with the gang, you get
a second can’t you see I’m tryna write this
What if it’s my fate that I die on the streets
Always on my feet coz I ride with this greed
4 millies and a sip,
the cedi get the Mulla,
Get the Dollar get the Pounds so
Ti be sambani
[Verse 2: Gingsen]
You know what time it is
Generation G greatest God
Gingsen deh yah
Mills cuts and chops like a meat cleaver;
We sneak peek ya, surprise attack from ambush,
Don't do it by the handbook, leave you and your man shook,
I
believe in something greater than yourself
If you all up in the club by yourself
And you did it all by yourself, now
If you my enemies
I ain't fuckin wit
Oh, when you walk by every night
Talking sweet and looking fine
I get kind of hectic inside
Mmm, baby, I'm so into you
Darling, if you only knew
All
the mix
Motivated by the ace, deuce, tre and the six
{Repeat Chorus 2 Times}
AZ:
want to bring it to me right way
Face to face, (yeah) when you see me get
They say it's only one life, life, life
And if you say I can't live comfortable
I'mma tell you that's a lie, lie, lie
So while I hold this bottle
Hey yo, it's Mr. Low,key, you need to go see
The host by far a mostly O.T., with a brand new show, but
You know how the flow be
'Cause when I
bank account is zillion
Pretty Babies by my side
Yiee
By my side yiee
P3 kakra
Like waddle said (Yeahh)
Who says money ain't sweet
Sika y3 mogya
If you
was nice and slim
She got a man but she don't talk to him
You don't let her tell it
Sniff that pussy you can probably smell it
Anyway she got a baby
then come back and remix it
You know I'm a D nigga, a real street nigga
My Glock'll leave niggas, I'm a dead beat with it
Uh, I'm a dead beat like
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