Lyrics:
(*talking*)
[Trae]
Remember me like I was FED time
The only thing that I knew, to live my life was doing crime
Even as a young nigga, all I ever
Or Die, try to take this
Stay swift, you can follow if you tailgate (C'mon)
Reminiscin' when a nigga used to sell weight
Well laced, G.A. in
blazing, I got work late
My dogs hit it off, bitch vatos get sprayed
Watch the caile, these some pit fights
You get covered in beams by some infared murder
won’t die over rap, from the magas to the jackers, to these young niggaz active, I reveal Im super savage when the pin click the plastic,
I’m cool, but
who's fake
Alone without protection from all them snakes
All for one, one for all, I was told
Black, white, yellow if you're young or old
Nana's in
(hahaha)
Vest over the thermal, position the blammer
Watching your family through the
Wall with thermo-vision
Infrared on your grandma
She'll die when I say
letting 'em die
City of brotherly thugs
The home of filthy living
You ain't fucking around
With Vinnie, Percee, and Guilty Simpson
Unless you wanna be
or tell a lie
The best man you got gon' die
And all these young niggas talkin bout how they servin it tight
Well, this is Westside Compton fo' life
Biatch
alone tonight
Even though you are by my side
You said this life is
Not what you planned it
But if this is a life, at all
It is a life of crime
Now it's
Pharaohs shit fo' life
They gon' die right with me
Spur of the moment I could
Strike with a strategic blow
I hold the heaters low and ground
You up inside
Sit by my side
Come as close as the air
Share in a memory of gray
And wander in my words
Dream about the pictures
That I paint of changes
would like to share with you this book of Jesus Christ
Hello, my name is Elder Young
Hello
Did you know that Jesus lived here in the USA?
applications
Shit I like to rhyme and I won a battle or two
Down at the PAC with the crew the kid from broward can duel
Yeah he got a few filler lines
By now
incantation now will save us
Now that we're too old to die young
You may not look inside my mind anymore
But always standard time takes over
I'm givin'
Robot camp for kids who hate sports
Mothers crying at the airport
Finding the dreams you left behind to do
Waving goodbye your young heart cries for
Staring up into the solar system
All the stars are fixed up in the sky
I just want to sparkle for a moment
Before I just fizzle out and die
I'm
the season changes and I'm craving the sun?
Are you still training for the big race
By hoping the runners will die?
Churning the words of your disgrace
at my desk,
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest.
Singing "my, my, my, how the time does fly,
When you know you're going to die
By the end
but soldiers up in here - ride for the cause!
Heavy metal shit, quick, grip settle it
BITCH! Die for the drawers
[Verse Two: Billy Danze]
It's
wisdom's bleedin' every month, seven days untouched
We got stuck by the same ones who claim to be us
We can't die, multiply, the most high, we trust
You
foresee
That the sea was so dark
Down here in my grave
Ends a young mans life
True men die in battle
To feast 'til the last of days
But down here in
the home of the brave, the zone of the slave
We all want it, but gettin' it's, a whole 'nother page
The young guns wantin' respect, flossin' the tech
Bitches
undercover
You remind me of a virtuous woman brought up in Brooklyn
With a brain to die for, and a body that's good looking
That's my mami right there,
No more coiling in the dust of violence
We take while being taken by the price of silence
Our safety from fulfillment, the razor's touch
Calling your
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