Lyrics:
talk about shottys and .40s
But them boys ain't ever seen guns
I'm tryna retire at 40
I ain't working 'til 71
I ain't working 'til 71
I ain't
Oh you wan throw down nigga
It's bouta go down nigga
You got yo gun
I got my gun
Let's have a showdown nigga
Dis a sun down town
You can't even come
I wreck the flow
Nowhere left to go
This the rob and rico show
Livin in harmony n' still got issues
I knows you run-in' so here's your scar tissue
scramble like Randal; Cunningham
And I got the gun in hand
Make fuck boys ghost, do the running man
Bopped at the drop by the cops
Hope the gun'll jam
Got
3-litre dingers with spinners
Now we pull up with pumps
Don got left on the mains
Like don got hit by a bus
In skengs we trust
So I trust these things
knife up in my back
And I just gave this nigga dap
Young nigga motivated by rich plots and drug schemes
The types of conflict that the world brings
Man
you turn on this block
Verse 2:
I'm stuck in a land between heaven and hell
Them boys on the block never wishing you well
They wait for the fall
They
Hip Hop’s my DNA, write a new song to a beat a day
Wrote this shit, in my fucking head, driving to the lab, boy keep playing
Yeah keep saying, I ain’t
Hear what mi tellin' now
Ya hear mi, come and nuh imitate
Originate, we come fi originate
Alright, mate?
Know what yer doing, mate
In here we get
Glock staying cocked aim, Squeeze
Dive in there and get 'em
What kind of nigga make a nigga
Move when they come through?
Act a fool when they come
you wit sheets
All the t shirts gone say RIP
All of this violence it ain't no peace
I'm in the streets what do you see
Surrounded by niggas that let off
step as I check the time
Rub my hands when my palms itch
50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless
This the sway of a rich nigga
Praying for the day
your boy in this spliff? I rass him (mhm)
Bro red card him, shots, no warning (yo)
When I see red, I'm chargin'
Man, I'm still up on the roads,
henchmen come in
Chucked my bag of guns in the back and then I jumped in
Knew where he'd be at
2013 I took his kneecaps
Tony Snapbag I'm coming at you for
way
Always said that in my mind, ima get it one day
I be on the block boy, tryna get these funds mane
I be puttin' on, hope this shit gon pay off one
Atop the news this evening this just in!
Thanks Bob!
Due to extreme technology advancements
I'm able to report to you live here
From what
on tour
Come think ab it
This shit crazy tho
Ouuuu I got the crazy flow
And I feel I'm a baker way I keep On touching dough
You'd think da boy a junkie
action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two auto-matos, used to call me
who trapped in the system
Can we live
Cause we die from gun shots
Die from certain cops die from certain plots
Can we live
Why die when we can live for
through it like butter
The demons been talking and lying or some
It's been a long night will the sun really come?
Chop shoot straight
I call it a gun
Roll
My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun
Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit
Big dope
doughyou prolly workin day jobs or cleaning someone else’s messso much stress ya got pain in ya chestwell sit and take notes i got knowledge to throwthe only
blood me seh, nuh bodda come inna mi way
This is why we hot, gangsta nuh play (ah Shmurda, Shmurda)
Shmurda dance ah mash up, Miami, L.A
Murda, woii
home, Stone haven Sunrise
Stone haven Sunset the city's on fire
The soldiers just smile and say this gun's for hire
Give in to the beast boy give in
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