Lyrics:
around it
On that adding up that money and I'm steady countin'
I go by 3Three, I'm the sickest OG doin' something
Run the crazy sack, shit that's all
and I were made to live through more
Yeah
Shoutout to the most high, made a nigga so fly
Not a day goes by I ain't been that dude
You got that fire
time for fuckin' around, and horseplayin'
I'm makin' hits, my homie's takin' hits, who's stayin'?
See us come to award shows we're like (oh, yeah)
children
And then their children
And then their children
By then let's hope this place is still around
Maybe even for their own great grandchildren
To be
children
And then their children
And then their children
By then let's hope this place is still around
Maybe even for their own great grandchildren
To be
Since the dawn of time, women have been
Through it all
Humiliation, discrimination, oppression
Assault, abuse
The list goes on and on
But, we're
listen now to my life you a burden
Time goes by all i do is mention you in these verses
Perfect flashbacks of when you was a different person
Had to let
the same shit
The guns pop off of those that come to close to
The fam niggaz track you strike back yo we supposed to
Aiyyo
These new niggaz run around
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
you could get popped right now
Me don't play, I keep a gun around my way
'Cause I'm a f***in drama king like my n**** Kayslay
Sex, drugs, money,
Yo
Some niggas need the henny to endure the drama
All I need is information on your crib and armour
When it comes to creepin niggas know that I'm
aligned you ain’t got no heart
No 21 I do not own a gun
I’m like the only one that is not loading up
This shit is folding up Trump at the podium
How we gon
a tear in my life
Real ones only real if they holding a gun
Story told by the streets before turning 21
Hang around with the killers it'll make you
it confused cuz I've been doing my thing since 89
And I'm somewhere around 25 and lyrically I'm so sick I shouldn't be alive
I'm back to make the crime
Hand me down school days rocking my sisters blazer
We would hang around all day piff in the air we blaze up
I was sleeping by the doorway dreams
around and have fun
Without worrying about somebody with a gun
I just wanna live life to the fullest
Please God, don't let me die by a stray bullet
That's
music getting played
Every morning, torch on me looks like a gun
Stay around the cherry, orbit like a planet with the sun
Tarot cards the same, had
as a joke that shit
Hurt, it wasn't funny, nigga
21, 22, abti dummy, nigga
Oh, cross me, you a dummy nigga tT gang
I'm rapping, making music
Tryna lead
stopping won’t I? And by the time I end up stopping
You’ll be rocking one of the rings you pointed out while shopping with a nigga don’t lie
She’s losing it
serve, oh, verse by verse
My verb like perc', I slow it down, my verse like syrup
I like the sound, gun rounds on mother Earth
With a little pump you
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi gun
Anyting test man, mi clean fi mi
need a receipt
Come one come all
Come trip and fall
I placed my traps
And sharpened my axe
Bamboozled y'all
Be blue buzz off
Beat around the bush
Hush
back around
Talkin' bout guns and a thug life
Drug life
And a bunch of other people entertain it like it's alright?
Well alright
I just came in time
Well I turned 21 with my hands around a gun
Stumblin' through the burnin' fields of war
Chokin' on the dust and sand of a harsh and foreign land
I
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