Lyrics:
a gun, he said "Why'd ya hit me ?",
The barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney,
The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure,
"I'll do years
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
the towers were crashin they allowed it to happen
devoured the fragments and the media's sight
with some of the sickest shit I have ever seen in my life
prison forever, they don't fight fair
Starting to think about college, I got some scholarships
I just graduated, two cops pulled me over
Tried to show
The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better
Cause nothin' lasts forever
Nice cars, livin' like a star club hoppin'
Poppin' bottles
a road to a car
I'm like a flower when it blooms
Kind of like a kid with some candy lately
The cocaine's been planted baby
And the government set us up
All
The less work I got on me, the better
Undercovers might blitz this bitch whenever
I used to play the block hoodied up
Servin' every car as they pullin' up
probably pulling up in the lobby
Might be reciting all the words that I’ve been writing
Car loud and I’m black hopefully it’s not too freighting
Cops pull up
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
homes
Before I die imma get rich them n****s forever broke
I’d rather smoke by myself alone
FaceTime with a spliff I ain’t talking on the phone
(I, I) I
forever
New drum; for the AR
This bitch here; shoot forever!
Hustle in, my genetic
Shit, been like; that forever
Grinding; by any means
I'ma, get it;
the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair
Jehovah witness this
Went from brick flipping
To flipping scripts and shit
My mischievous ways
Was on some different shit
Before car service
I made some
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
get in another car accident
This time with your baby mother and
Kid and instead of dying
You end up being the only
One of them that lives what?
Yeah
CONVERSATIONS FROM A SPEAKEASY (Feat. OMNI)
(M. Lambert/D. Smith/B. Francis/J. McDonald)
Produced by Suffa for Suffering City Productions
Written
got wise by hard livin'
I sleep all day, smoke haze, manage` women
I spit these hard rhythms, it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy alone, can't
the homes
Hop over fences tearing ya clothes
Rather that than dropped by the 38 chrome
Staying in a zone as the base and kicks they keep drumming
you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is
rooftop
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Come on Louis, keep moving forward
Hold your head up high
ain?t right, by the time you could afford it the car ain?t important
In the streets silent, it?s just I and - cops keep firin? in my environment
Leavin?
shit
Can't count the time
And fuck
I can't count the times
I lie awake at night
Wishing I could be
The kid who killed himself
That time when he was all
empty, tell the reaper come and get me
Who said you can't live forever lied
Of course, I'm living forever I'll, forever I'll live long
You can't ever
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