Lyrics:
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
what?)
They gon' keep it cool 'cause we'll rat them niggas
Huh, livin' to die, nigga we dyin' to live (dyin' to live)
Had to sacrifice my life just for
good for you then boy don't come outside
Summer skies, yeah, yeah
Summer skies
I just wanna live my life
Long days short nights
Summer nights, yeah,
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
Round and round round and round
Back to the hoes
Ridin' down 7-4th and Hoover
by my club soda bottle.
An-ar-chism.
So tell me what you want, what you really, really want.
I'll tell you what I want.
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live for, to die for I
Clip it up, drive by
Windows down, ride by
Niggas know ma pedigree
Can neva' be denied by
Always gon' be southside
New
it's over
Pray to God that He can fix my heart, make it colder
'Til that day come, I'ma be thuggin'
So, nigga, pull up with your clique and we put
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
to dinner)
We sittin' in the booth by the window (by the window, yeah)
A couple chicks ask for pictures (ask for pictures)
She secure with her shit, she
Nevermind all that bullshit, come get live with my crew, aye
Lotta my life I was dead inside
Living by somebody else's lies
I memorized all the bad advice
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
the fuck did I do to deserve
A brick coming straight through my window?
Somebody riddle me that
Lately, I roll around literally strapped
Like somebody gon'
10
I've been trapped in my mind
I would cry in my room all alone looking out my window
Got the lights turned out
With the ceiling fan on
You can live
don't give a fuck
Only improvement only up
Looking out the window
Pain and pain on my soul
Been like this for so long
Ton of my shit done gone wrong
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
It's my house and I live here
(I wanna tell you)
It's my house and I live here
There's a welcome mat at the door
And if you come on in
You're
Baby come and slide by slide by slide
I could do you right don't waste my time
We'll be taking private flights riding all night
Come and ride me like
the shit right now
Fake love don't exist
When it come to me and who I'm really fuckin with
Haters always on my dick, but not the one suckin it
Always
life
See the clouds flyyin by
I'll be the pilot for you on this flight
Come to this cockpit if you wanna ride
This can't be no movie cause baby we live
Shawty wanna live by the cheat code
But we really don't need those
Could've been who I bleed for
Now I'm outside getting c-notes
I can tell that you peep
of bad luck
The doctor bills come and the well has run dry
Seems like their grown kids don't care if they live or they die
And that's the way it was in
sometimes it's the bullet
Every day we live and learn, take it step by step
And we create our own path, until there's no life left
I hold my
the windows rolled down
Like 20 on my neck, feel like the king
No crown i be Prada down enough and all
My year be low down red horse, red stripes
Red porshe,
Catch a contact high windows up
Hot boxin' in my ride come catch a
Contact high you ain't even gotta' hit it
You can watch me hit it catch a contact high
.jpg/300px-John_Etheridge_Cosmopolite_2018_(213113).jpg "John Etheridge")
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