Lyrics:
if I'll ever try
To survive at court side
Four tickets to fly
Rap or play ball do the game
Or duck the drive by
Same league that defends
Be
if I'll ever try
To survive at court side
Four tickets to fly
Rap or play ball do the game
Or duck the drive by
Same league that defends
Be
nuh easy fi walk pon, Teflon, Blackblunt, Carbon
Yo, we a badder than dem by far, badder than dem by near
Inna peace, inna war
Drive-by, walk-by
to go
Remember I got some gloves signed by the Greatest on opening day
Couldn't thank him enough all I could say was thanks and grab a plate
Where soul
Until I saw an angry middle aged man coming right by us
We were in a remote town with no case, we took the measures
Security wise, plus nobody from my
the band
We're the band, we're the band, we're the band
Phone calls made, expenses paid, we hit AC by eight
Our agent and the owner man snapped, "You know
Yeah, it’s another late one
Or early one, should I say
Keep the KK rolled t-G-O-D
Gangstas don’t sleep
Yeah, man I don’t care let me
Talk my shit one
cribs than dem man
Dem man ask man now for a ten pound
But it ain't that when dem man beg man
What you know about that fam
Man left the pack by
(I'm not going economy, no way)
Jheeze, ayy, hahaha
Ayy, mummy
(I'm claiming it, man)
Claim it, Amen
(I'm claiming it)
Claim it, haha
(I said,
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
responsibility for my actions
Can't look myself in the mirror hate the reflection
Introspections of my intentions
Were always undermined by addictive perceptions
Flakes
And I never been intrigued by the patterns on snakes
You could dump a dead body, man, I think I know a place
She gon' suck the prototype then
on Red-bull
Dead tears, I got dead tears, fucked by a goth chick
Let me see, all I fucking see is red tear goths
No sleep, I'm so fucked up, blood red coughs
of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it
The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon
Hop out
And before the man passed and his last gasp fled
(And this is why I'm writing you now) his eyes gleamed
And he pointed to the part of his chest that still
shit
Ya know this is for you you hear me?
Show me love
When you see me on the TV show me love
On the video
I got a tank around my chest
chest with the heart of a brave
Whatchu' gon' do, living on the street
Whatchu gon' do, when you're stuck in the heat
Of a drive by, night time, shooting
you see me tinted
I did drive-bys
Now I take you on top of a high rise
See if you can sky dive
I'll bring it to you at your local gymnasium (uh, uh)
[Willie D]
Nigga fuck, you!
I put a hole in yo' head big enough to drive a truck through
Buck you gon' see some red shit
Cause I'ma "whoops upside
And these pains in my chest and these pains in my chest
Help me, I need you around
I hate being by myself not hearing any sounds
Besides the sounds
bother you
You could give a fuck less about the seventeen dead
The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection
Yeah, dead bodies man
They ain't so bad
I mean
chest, a nigga sold
I'm a vulture, nigga, over dead, prayers when I sold
I lost niggas, that's the part of fuckin' reason I'm lost
Street war, we catch
what I go through in life
Asian man, about to stab myself
In the chest, remarkable plan
About to go and do it to my mom, to my dad
Angry little guy about
of the screen and barely move me
We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it
The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon
Hop out
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