Lyrics:
this shit got people vouching for me
I'm still hustling you know me yeah regardless I'ma eat
Plug name Lester no GTA I'm on a money mission
Enough for
mother, yeah
Who gon' come with me when it's homicide
One of you
Who gon' take over if I need a light
No one
Who gon' ride by my fuckin' side
My mama
Who
have no fear
Woke up this morning she gave me head off the muscle
Strap by my leg I'll buss your head no I won't tussle
Swear she a goddess I don't see
to me or call me dad
I will always be here for you however I can
But if you ever get bored or have any questions, man
Come by for a while
Or you can even
my name on this scene as a teen
And these broad page, pages that you seen that's just me
Because my PR you no ruth down there and sainted
She's blown
wear a chain
I make sure you know my name
I'm the same good kid from the
Block where you was raised
Didn't have a pot to piss
In peeing in your pj's
You
you're so special
But you don't fucking own me
Use me to make money
In your shitty factories
And I'll have to live and suffer
On a pathetic
God gave us peace on earth, We just forgot His name
So we replaced his words with riots in the street
We should all be ashamed as nothing is gained
disease
How the Hell did he not see that coming?
We used to tell him, Lou, there's a disease
With your name all over it, pal!
There ain't no Babe Ruth
no other fucking name
And do this all by myself ain't nobody that can claim
Said I only make music for me not whoever booming it
I do this cause I love
His name
Higher than any name
We give proof when we live this thing
Aquire by any means
The Fire
To the day that I expire
I'm living off the supplier
like to hawk a lot
Is it because your sign don't talk a lot
She turned away no play I said OK
You don't really look good, I hope you have a bad day
the stars she's giving brain yea
I'ma get a bag and I won't change yea
Been hitting it from the back, say my name yea
She lookin like a model by her waist yea
out that I got something
See I'm fueled by the faith of believers
Say my name in the mirror 'til you see me
Right behind you with the hook or a cleaver
live
He can't help but rep his hood, damn near born on his block
And his parents had him young, they ain't really have a lot
Seen his daddy gang
would barely even feed us
But stripes on our back, and I ain't talking about Adidas
And When I have a son, his name could be DaQuan or Michael
But no
many bars but I don't have much time
Cause I'll be fucking dead by the age of 29
Someone shoot a bullet so that I can stop this suffering
Someone please
You may have lost your way
Just trying to live better
And some tests you failed
But he still loves you anyway
So don’t get bogged down
Your past is
culture, fun, family and unity
One love to our amazing community
My team and I
Trying to elevate the game
The legacy of Mex
Nurturing seeds in his name, no
on his paws
I might be seen in D.C.
Where they be passing the laws
By the Capitol
Where maga hats was packing the halls
Shouldn't have happened at all
have changed and I’m used to you not being there
So now I no longer wonder nor do I care
You could be dead for all I know
Even more fucked up in your
checks
Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF
I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime
Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb
And BK, no such
my man layin dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again, hold ya head and stay
All by myself in this fucked up game (Yeah)
But I was taught to stay away from these fucked up lames (Facts)
I got caught up running the streets
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