Lyrics:
ain't got no stamina
They said damn man, you lookin' like Pac
I said, nah not alive, man I'm lookin' like Jones
Besides I put money on your skull
to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can
leave me on read boo you know what I do
And I don't know what it is but I feel so alive (Ah ah ah, ah ah ahhhh)
And I don't know what we did feel I can
a jungle out there
Get a couple casualties every year
The goal is to stay alive
The mission is to make money
The enemy the police
We gotta bust back
Zero four, zero nine, zero four
Eighteen
Not a penny to your name
You bring shame to your family name
But you're alive
Opportunities passed you by
where I'm
constantly making new cables, and basically building this shop
And we built this shop from scratch
And then every time, this is how it happened
club foot
Save you want to keep club hoppin, but anyhow
We're back, to get the club poppin
Ay yo, this is that shit, that thugs love rockin
This is that
lay low
I just wanna a queen in my life
Blowing smoke out the window
Daydreaming bout what is like to be alive
What is like to make my own paradise
What
brothers?
Cause by killing him just made
His words teach others
Like Martin Luther King he preached peace
Like the West East beef finally
That shit is rotten
is ours
She called me shouting
No I won’t allow it
Told her I’ll be home in an hour
Jus got off tour witta couple
Hunnit thousands
Strip club poppin
who died
rumors say I came back alive with an axe
and attacked niggas actin' like Nas
my passion is to capitalize
come through my hood you
I drink I smoke I fuck
My kind we fight in the club
I mix up that vodka with the chronic and I feel that love
I dream I work I bleed
I say things
is a boys club
You better do it our way, girl"
"You got a good voice, but
This is a man's world"
You said you didn't get me
I didn't fit in your
Thank God that my Granny still alive
I went through a lot by Twenty Five
We ain't make the 27 club no we still alive
Baby all we got is time
How can
time to step
But my grimeys is the grimiest
With love for me pop, pop, pop
And send a chuckle up above for me
Ayo, currency kept passin' me by
But I
they gotta pay
And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday
Back in the game now, copped me some weed now
My people bout to eat now, shit's
in the darkness, behind glass
The window is my mirror, I look into my eyes
Watching for the light I hope will pass
I go back up to the club car
of direction
Now the path is full of litter
And the rats are on the rise
Yeah
You think the curse is in disguise
That size matters
Not in my book
Or by my
I’m the devil in disguise
An angel in your eyes
I love you so much
I gotta lie
To keep you by my side
I know it’s not alright
I know it’s not alright
after me'll get booed
Get everything in the club thrown at you and ya' crew"
"I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it,
I'll snatch ya' crown
know
But love sold door to door, is bad for its reputation, and no one wants more
The 27 Club is just a club you know, but once you go in you can never
depression
Look alive
Sometimes
I think like where's my life headed?
The path to success
Is lonely and rugged
God seems far
I got no record deal
Third class
it so wild
You call his home
It's radio talks I don't need you by me
You and all your friends can club it up and dance free
I'm leaving you alone
where they need a handout
But they tell you put hands up
Only deals I have is from the Sam's Club
Now it's blue blood in my veins
So you know where I
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