Lyrics:
shine
Come correct but regrets tend to climb
On the run I seek bliss through the grime
Through the stress I compress or I try
Minute by minute I'm
And eh, and I see you passing by my way, again
And I'm wondering if we can be good friends
And I see you passing by my way again, yeah
And I'm
jacks for my figures
Plus I live by the trigger and I ride for my niggas
On all-gold twisters on a front and back Caddy
Every broad in they ghetto wish
flies when you're having fun
She said yeah but the damage is done
Where you been, on a little vacation
Oh by the way congratulations
Who's
a runner
Haters, I spot you from afar and I'm the deer hunter
They be thinkin' nice car, nice crib
I be thinkin' how long will these niggas let me live
I
flies when you're having fun
She said yeah but the damage is done
Where you been, on a little vacation
Oh by the way congratulations
Who's
niggas live together
Baby yellin' whatever, we all write in hands, nothin' but creeps
Hold me down, love, I'll hold you fatter
Watch me catch both of these
given
Inspired by God written
Like scripture cause God's in it
It's finished cause God ended
The spirit of God lives in the depth of my Heart
Listen,
I know there's something different about me
Maybe I really do need therapy
Are these visions or ghosts I see
Question everyday if I live in reality
My motto is simply I will not lose (I will not used)
Abide by the block rules, I buy my glocks used
Wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it?
much, too much, too much
(I heard somebody bit our shit 'cause!)
Where we from?
[Chorus]
Dogg Pound Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Say what?)
Dogg
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can't live
Without you
Know I did you wrong girl
Know I did you wrong baby
It's my fault
I'm sorry
I
up
There's only one legend alive
The rest you gotta dig up
You acting like it's hard roast ya
I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on your
I'm living by the laws of a gun and a knife
My soul cannot be tamed, I'm living just to die
I'm living by myself on the outskirts of life
Live from
You do not get the picture
My name is Dick not Richard
I live inside a haunted house
With a butler that’s a fixture
Always making up a mixture
For
I'm livin' in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble
Just a youngin' in trouble
Took a shot and then made it a double
Took a shot and then made it a double
Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
Her honey belly pulls the seams
Curves are still upon the hinge
Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin
Moist
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
always wanted to have
Someone got frightened, I don't know why
Another clenches their fist like they're ready to fight
So many lives pass by n' I only know
with his pen)
Hit off two hundred, tryna creep up on me, boy, them chances thin (boy, them chances thin)
Sixty rounds under my chop (chop), hang out
who's gonna love me
When a nigga feel all alone
I been cool by myself now but I can't let my feelings show
Niggas turning creep
Right in front of me
But I
whenever I get it I don't really like chains but I'll Buy me a tennis
After I do what I do then it's done then it's finished I don't live by society cause
remain unknown
As his hands reach out to pray
A whirlwind blows, the night creeps by
In a transcendental blink of an eye
A surreal numbness passes
clawing for the shore
Who are these strange beings wearing human skin, are these the faces of mighty men.
Bathing creeps, abandoned by machines
Struggling
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