Lyrics:
give 'em hell," a hunnid and 50 just for bail (woo)
My opps be really fans, go play the Drill when they by themselves
Feel like Ezal, I ain't gon' tell
like my odds
If they ain't coming
Atleast hard as this
Tell them niggas retire
I spit hot fire like dylon
All time I'm top 5
When I go 21 gun salute me
by the gun
So i always thought ima go out like that
Boom boom like that
Then i realized im fourteen i aint tryna die eighteen
Aint tryna die eighteen
stayed on the phone for so long the time went by fast
I truly feel like you're my twin flame
Just listen to the episode can you blame
I know I'll see you
throttle not gonna die
Fight or fly the battles in life will never subside
Snap and go crazy
Who could blame me
Im going up
Uber is picking me up
21
reasons to rebel with the hope these will be the last seventeen to be taken by one of three-hundred-ninety-three-million guns in America.
As I grew up on La Luz in the Brew
Dreamt of being hood rich
I was smart as fuck but I fucked up and
I turned into a hood bitch
Age 21 I thought a gun
guns on me
Get down and dirty, all by my lonely
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor
the text[00:52.31]Bro got a lot that's on his mind and he stressed He graduated college and it made him break a sweat[00:57.43]Army boy, guns out, do a little
they chain
Niggas'll never change cause they stuck in they ways
Play your part or get a permanent path in your waves
21 gun salute for niggas that
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
myself, call me Gates, startup
If you ain't rich by 21 then you can't catch up
Sippin' and I'm whippin' and this city got me trippin'
Don't need substance
I just turned 21, I'm tryna have some fun
Treat me like a loaded gun
I just turned 21, I'm tryna have some fun
Treat me like a loaded gun
Cus' I
The United States of America
By the people
By the people
The show in Hollywood, those were 21-and-older people
They had police out there
Cardin'
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
(intro)
i just have to meet up with her
she like a yin yang just ryt by her own
fucken hot {gun slick)
(hook)
yho its deep in the night {gun
hatin' 'cause his album just flopped (Let's go)
Eight ounces my steak, eight ounces of Wock' (cyy)
Thirty-cent ounces he got, is it pure dope? Not
A short life and carreer
Front of punk spreading fear
Your name will never be forgotten
Given by your friend Johnny Rotten
All was so decadent
Dedicated...[00:09.45]To everyone who's ever hated[00:10.82]And thought their doubt in me had resonated[00:12.21]Thought that I'd be
I’m done
(I’ll take 21 days)
I don't wanna pop another pill
Thank God that he gave me free will
Feeling like you hanging by a rope
I know what
You'll couldn't pass go
I pop pill and sip lean
I don't smoke but my eyes low
A nigga better check the score
Like we don't 21 niggas
I got guns I can't
worry, my nigga, get part of the clip
So I got it right back (right back)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing
the ops block when we want
Ap hit him he thought he got hit by a pump
100 shots out the chopper i'm dropping a ton
I got like 33 shots in my gun
Put
with your life they'll take your only one
And for my safety I got niggas totin loaded guns
Cuz these days the street sayin I'm lucky I reached 21
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