Lyrics:
You smell so good
Not like that other one
No
Allah calls you by the best of Names
Now return my slave
To his grave
He will have a easy time
Till
Coming to you live on your TV
This is evening news at 6
Developing story ahead
It was just like any other night in your city
And then the streets
on my chain
Heard a lame ass nigga tryna play with my name
On them twenty-three tour and I'm goin' no brain
Goin' dumb with these hundreds, now my
and bitches can fuck up alot
They no longer ride no more, why they dont live by the code once it's up then its stuck
Some of these women be hoes, when the cash
Ain't no switching over
In these streets
Please control your emotions
Remember nights
Used to ride in the yolie
Long live fats
I be missing my Brodie
My
done
This life is long
You people piss on the corner that I live on
I never ask for help but my pride is nearly gone
I can’t do this by my self… so I'm
deny that I'm alive
Listen, it's a hard road and it's a hard game
To live the life of the man that has no name
And you point your fingers and laugh
Did
loved
Street gutter
Live with my blood brothers
You could like this shit now
This ain't no damn come up
I don't care but when you speak
Man you best shut
and they hate that we voice it
Came off the block - don’t play by them rules, came out the trap and I finished up school
Speaking intelligent - I am no
Homeboi Julius C, the crowned abyss!
Brought by the spark of life,
Proceed to live or die.
Never born to tell a lie,
Big dreams that I will not deny.
Came
the quietest up in the room
Im jus motivated by the moves
That im making to pay my dues in the streets was never the move
But I dont regret it cuz I got to make
to my name
Wanna see me go up in flames
Wanna set fire to my name
But I stay alive
Lock the doors there's no way inside
Toss the key like it's a part
quoting just another day, okay (Okay)
Nasty routine, keep quiet and get paid so no one intervenes
Watch my six, I might join a gang
What choice do I have
Father, hallowed by thy name
Keep me from lovin' fame
Actin' thirsty like a lame
Trying to change before the change change me
In the Range tryin' to tell
thang bouta have a new name
Collecting cream in these streets like I'm Wu-Tang
I'm taking everything that's mine like I'm Boonk Gang (Gang)
No pressure,
kill me. Guess i don't hear em much
With no effort I visit the bank teller
Know me by my first name and know my daddy even better
I ain't rich yet but
don't have to (Bando)
This four door ding dong keeps rollin'
Hearts foldin'
They keep givin' man backchat
No latex when he's beatin' off
When he's
about how many live but have to die
These days of pain – the marks of war will remember us now is too late
This world of hate – no matter the number
it... Then there is no way you can live without it.
Real talk....
See me I go by Zel Williams... I'm sure y'all Kno and heard of me...
I'll leave my
mistake, this shit is real
Boy, you should have known by now
Eazy-Duz-It enough to make a nigga go crazy
Sean Price, Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill is
represent it
And it's
[Chorus]
[Peedi Peedi]
Live and dirvet
I don't need no mic check
Remember mommy told me
You ain't write that
It started in
known for robbing trains and things
Laying everybody down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you live in, see (why?)
'Cause
a nigga nothing
Aint no family in these streets so a nigga said fuck it
Went and grabbed that pistol yeah its on now
Told them catch me in these streets im
speakin what you live boy
I do dis shit for fun you don't want it wit the kid ayy
Spoken names you don't want it on my list
No time for talkin gotta get it
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