Lyrics:
idolize me
Dead end on the road
Haunted by my ghosts
Been, been close to death
Filled me with regret
Hit hit reset
Burnt out, cigarette
Lost alot of blood
to the Lamb
I need Thee, precious Jesus
And hope to see Thee soon
Encircled with Thy glory
And seated on Thy throne
There with Thy blood-bought children
My joy
Were we gonna make it or not?
Raised by my mom and my aunts
Look the wrong way you get lined with the chalk, yeah never look soft
Look at my past
Vermins
shine
Lifetimes, go by in a flash
In search for love, in search for cash
Everybody want to be some fat tycoon
Everybody want to be on a tropic
yeah they be thirsty for the blood of a new op
And we just bought some brand new pistols so of course we trying Em out
Numba8 that be name don't
Side!
Land of Tilted got minimize
Southstrip fuck got maximize
Forged by blood and just be wise cause all my feet made by your lives
Reach relic just
with me
I drop body bags catch money bags
Motto of the same day same shit like Yolo
Fendi black
blood stained with the cotxie
Bonnie Clyde for my
with it
The only nigga in the drought with a 19 ticket, lets get it
[Chorus: x2]
[Young Jeezy and (Blood Raw)]
One thing about young, young got
with it
The only nigga in the drought with a 19 ticket, lets get it
[Chorus: x2]
[Young Jeezy and (Blood Raw)]
One thing about young, young got
with it
The only nigga in the drought with a 19 ticket, lets get it
[Chorus: x2]
[Young Jeezy and (Blood Raw)]
One thing about young, young got
Could've bought a new gun, what I spent on my charm
I get cheese by the pound, this is not Parmesan
I'm smokin' broccoli, countin' up lettuce
In love with
Turnin' blue in the face,by holdin' his breath
With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest
But then he tried to stop,but it never worked
like the soldiers
Forgive me, I only meant well
Still fighting every day with myself
Through the land of the fallen while you wait
Awake by
'em
Bones get disconnected like the phones
Now, I'm a hardened criminal with game
Like the Garden, all my penpals life controlled by the warden
Pull up on the scene
Fuck it up
By any means
Fuck it up
Pocket full of green
Fuck it up
So fresh so clean umma fuck it up
Fuck it up Fuck it up Fuck
rays
Bad yella bitch tryna hide the cum stains
Keep it a hundred with my bitches never running game
Blowing top shelf give a fat nigga lung pains
Still
We been copped by the rock solid the Rock sovereign
Not gonna drop like the stock market with COVID comin
We know he comin we overcomers he bore
trenches
We got hate in us, tryna murder somethin', runnin' through the field, hoppin' fences
They left blood stains on our corner, gotta spin back with
Is it him that I fought?
A lot of blood, that’s a lot
Guns up with these chopps’
A lot of opps that I shot
33 like I’m Scott
Girl I know that I’m
Yeah
Yeah
Just like bums, we used to stay
In the slums of LA, by the way
Gang-bangers killin' each other for reps
Sellin' rock cocaine on my
believed
My brother got killed by police
I told my hitta to burn down the streets
Fresh home never bought no weed
I copped 2 **** and a ********
yeah
If he don't come off with that
It's a must he gone get whacked yeah
I don't give a fuck bought a body
I just wanna die with a sack yeah yeah
When I
Growing steadily easier each one I'd slay
By blood and by battle, making my way
Unto the breach and into the fray
When I play
There's comfort in
I carbon copy me
History repeats I seek through speech odyssey
Blood splattered data no matter I carbon copy me
Easily sprayin’ alpha ray aimin’
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