Lyrics:
tell my players hold your head and keep your glock by your side
Don't be scared to up and bust when they testin' your pride
Juwan Turner got killed man
you ever thought JAY1's networth's under a
Mill then you must be puzzled
And fuck bein' humble, man
I tried that and I didn't get fuck at all
Man speak
Yo I fuck with this beat so heavy
That shit just hit your chest like
Like ba ba ba
Uh
Yeah
Got me looking
Both ways on this drive to them better days
Hey, walk up in this bitch like the
Like the man of the year
I want her if she a rider
In the Woods I'm a trending topic
Cause I'm the man
look, gang)
It's just me and Pop, don't need nobody else
'Cause that'd be an extra witness
Movie get shot, them bullets put weight on his chest
No,
to death and they're on your left
Men daring to catch you, slave runners, coming
You heard of a lot of your tribesmen got caught By these men
cnd never
the trigger, she fell 'cross the dead cowboy's chest.
Out in El Paso, whenever the wind blows
If you listen closely at night, you'll hear in the wind
A woman is
I get higher than high, when I feel lower than low
They ask me Moja, what's your problem?
Man I don't even know
I know I used to be human
Til they
head, that's a beacon
Feeling super lost, so don't give me a reason
All cards in, get it by any means and
Feel invincible like I'm G-Man
Air Force one's,
as well
Niggas rebellious, bodies are found down in the cellars
My man caught a shot to the stomach, now who want it?
Confronted by these dusty blunted -
pro-pornographin
Specialize in science and math and
Original black man
Vocal toe to toe impeccable splittin your backs son
Bustin thoughts that pierce your
listening
Who am I
Just a man on the verge of suicide
Here to tell you there's no need praying for me
I'm already d-e-a-d
Dressed in all black cause I been
at that, look at that, Makin em Mad
*View! (Car drives by)*
Jacc Spade: View, let me tell you bro. Man these is gonna be the anthems for the summer bro.
about my mom
Man but shoutout to my dad
Who would drive me to school
Every single chance he had
Tell me about the crazy girls
And all about his past
on pushin'
You know what's crazy is I have no drive
I write these songs but I waste my time
It's not that hard to make some shit rhyme
But I'll be dead before
high
Load the arrow let it fly
Cupid did a drive by, trick shotted me on highrise
She said that she love me, igualmente, bitch I'm likewise
Tell me again
My drive was missing
Getting mocked by some kids
Cause my pealing skin
Now them dummies want beg
And be let up in
Better get the stepping
Like you in
punished we fuckin' bitches by the 100's
Why me? want to fight me? Try me
Why these people don't know me don't like me
Society, they want to see me dead I
In Gotham
Yung wrongen in the red hood
Dragging my coffin
Through the forrest of the dead wood
Misunderstood
We are not playing by their books
Why
to me
In such little time and I just want to sleep
Gently by your side, once again
Just for the night, and we can pretend
That i'm not dead
Let's just
Anxiety & stress
I feel like my heart been beating outside of my chest
All the shit I did
Probably shouldn't tell you cause you might not understand
you dead
Whatcha want?
What if the chrome to ya head?
Say it with your chest plate, back whatcha said
Whatcha want
Do it in the day time, like
God
with no options
If Compton ain't the murder capital, we in the top ten
Drive by with our face painted, like a clown
With a tre-pound, forty shells
you, though I wanna and it hurt so
If you ever pull that shit again you're ending up dead
I would wreak your fucking life until you took your own head
I
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