Lyrics:
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
started!
Now all my niggas stay dirty dirty, buss rounds by the thirty thirty
Frontin' niggas y'all don't say a wordy wordy
I'm tired of y'all niggas
21 GUNS.
22 CLIPS.
23 DRUMS GO BA RUM BA BUM BUM.
GOT MONEY LUMP SUMS.
MAMI WANT SOME.
PRETTY BOY GANGSTA.
I'M GRIMEY AS THEY COME.
IN THE 90'S I
in 1991, just a happy child
Playing beneath the summer sun
A vacant lost his playground, by 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet against him, junior
I walk through this bitch by myself with no worry[00:29.24]Top priority, I told God, don't you hurt me[00:32.21]They keep on bashing me, I told mama,
by goofs
Like a hula hoop
Had to make my way out that bitch
Hoe' I'm bulletproof
Since a youngin', they been all tryna joc
It's goin' down at yo spot
Adidas kicks and my combats
Please don't put no Coke in my cognac
Rudeboy, suck your mum, I ain't on that
Yeah, pull it up, rewind it
All the gun talk,
or Gordon Ramsey cuz they made you cook
Dope, clouds from guns before they made the term smoke
Yungins dead before 21 almost made me burn hope
It's not
that you think about your physical health
You'll never see your fucking album on a physical shelf
I'll beat your ass, whip your kid with the belt
You
no more
I got my boots I kick until I get with
Adapt and overcome, oh hum hum
Go get my gun, load up for fun, and put down with the frown
What goes
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
a elephant
I move cars like spinnin rims
I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem
Not to down Eminem, I fuck black bitches
Fuck white bitches, nigga
taps
Or 21 gun salute, there ain't cahoots
My name ain't Alex Haley but I still got roots
I bang bang bang to the air now ya dead
It was a black
Uh huh
We playing for keeps
He died with his gun he got shot just for reaching
I ride with that drac nigga cause it's that season
I'm sliding with
said, "Why don't they just get rid of the guns
Like they did in Australia?"
I sat there befuddled and said
"I don't know what to tell ya
But
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
hooked one time
So I gotta OD
All I ever wanted son was a brick, a mask and a hunnid guns
Put a grip in a mesh if you want it son
For them chips I be
on his
old album cover he was a she thang
so Nigga please, Nigga please don't step to deez
motherfuckin' Real G's
Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*
Yo Dre, what's
day by day
Hopin that the Lord can, pave my way
Have I been forgotten, have I forsaken
Or maybe I'm just wrong with the moves that I've
yourself from the government
Well if you're gonna shoo them just use your fucking fists
As of January 21st 2018 1,049 innocent lives have been lost to gun
just anyone
Bitch im a savage no 21
All of n*ggas gone shoot we got plenty guns
(Boom, boom)
Swear we got plenty guns
Baby I'm not just anyone
Birkin
get locked it's like Gotti on trial
Five years in the pen, separated from friends
I'm only 21, kept the shakers and gun
Blow in ya face, stab you
you by my side yeah
Vegas nights roll 21
LA nights roll Tesla truck
We up, we always up
We that, we always that
Sunshine float through the cracks
Our
Solid
21 district aim for The ballers
We back on set with the rest
Too much texts
But they got no callers there lad
Whose on it
We on it
And I'm there lad
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