Lyrics:
break em a mix
Magang' ekasi hella high they finna die for a fix
You been a son of a bitch I been a son of a king
I count the money with the fam uyazi
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
sold out, turnin' young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in
finger in the air by the way
Uhh
Forever young I hope I die rich
One of my idols died around 26
Kids Idolising me what that mean for me
Forever young I
at
Never gave a fuck bout a fuck nigga stay mad
Big pocket watching boy you can get hit up by them automatics
My big homie shooting like Dirk we
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
when i die im gone be legendary
Young simba a boss i need a office im the secretary
Got to come in first yea young simba can't be secondary
Just like
live a life they really ain't prepared to live just be prepared to bid young
Nigga we posed to be Kings
We ain't posed to die by 25
Posed to be there
Y'all niggas lame for that, y'all niggas lame for that
Shoot a man in his back, should be ashamed of that
Young niggas banging back, young nigga
D-I-E boy you a die in this bitch don't play
I keep my rounds with me every day
I don't give a fuck about what you say
Walk in this bitch fresh
hoes tryna fuck on Three I hopped out drip plain jane bezel
Yo bitch ride that shit she drive that shit by herself I nicknamed her Tesla
I make music for
Niggas Got a Problem Bitch I Go By Young Codeine
All Dat Pussy Shit Gon Get You Shot By Pistol Pete (Pistol Pete)
Bitch I Paid The Cost To Be the boss
life, mix the dirty with the edibles
Sacrifice everything this is the life we chose
Bro told me that he got me he don't leave without a sticky
Hella young
commitment
Come try me you'll wish you didn't we got all these mags extended
Know if I die my casket Christened I mix match the Rafs with Christian
Wouldn't by
Bitch i'm young and turnt untill i die a cause a young nigga lit
Ion need no stylish i put that shit on everyday just check the fit
Why the fuck a nigga
believe they stretching him
I was that young nigga with a check and probably a tec on him
Mix the codeine in a fanta that's my medicine
They say that young
for my daughter on Wedding Day
Got the Mossberg chilling by the Wedding Cake
Old habits die hard learn from Young Kings
Old habits die hard learn from
petty hustlers out there
How to have it yo' way (okay); Get Dough Or Die (yeah) floss at all cost (yeah)
Cash out, mash out, brought to you by, Grand
do I get high
It was a mix-up Saturday night, walkin by, a gunshot hook up wit down the block
Hopin the shit was a dream when I see my homey shot
featuring Mystikal Silkk the Shocker
If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
But we independent black owned and making scrilla
give a fuck for?
We don't lose sleep by the fuck boy
Sending hit's like a drug lord, Pablo
Dog food like Ralo
If they all move then they die slow, pronto
Skipping breakfast, listening to music getting high
Off the regular, tryna make it back home in time
Yeah, we never got caught by the red light
We were
empowered by the people I love
I pray god doesn't take me young
Because you know what they say the good die young
So can anybody tell me It seems the good die
pop one
Mix that shit with liquor
Feel like we gon die young
Feel like we gon die right now (Right now)
She wanna ride with me, she thinks i'm a savior
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