Lyrics:
tell me Why
Do Real niggas DIE
They Leaving so damn SOON
Cant even Make it out The WOMB
3:07 Verse
Ask me why I had to change
Cause I was
by this city, Im ‘ma die for this city
This is my city, yeah
[Verse 3: GBO]
This is me, no I mean that this is we
This is our city, and I hope we all
sent to do his task
But your death grows nearer and nearer
You know your life is fading fast
You are born to die
You are born to die
You are born to die
three friends.
Cut those stomachs one by one and
search for the gemstones.
Your Majesty!
You don't believe us if we say,
that we have not swallowed any
build my own establishment
And buya whole buncha all that lavish shit
That I ain’t even had to get
And I hope I don’t die today
Too much shit I got to do
Shots to my head
Like I wanna die, die
I do some shit
Got me screaming why, why
Cheap vacation
Get me high, high
Strawberry Field, open up my 3rd eye
to preach about the wrong of the world
It can't be changed by three girls
On the trio tip we're not a proof of that trip
Excuses that's the truth when
son done became a man
Watchin' time fly, I love my people, do or die
But I wonder why we scared to let each other fly
June 1-6, '71, the day
Mama
And I didn't have to get my whole team just to do that
In a blue hat, with a black baggy Karl Kani
An iced out ring just to scar on your eye
Hard to die
Eine Line von mir und du stürzt ab, wie ein Flugzeug
Erzähl mir was von Kriminalität und einem Drive-By
Ich chille lieber auf dem Dach mit Blick auf die
them more than you love me or I you
Allein für die Kinder verzichte ich , und Du auch
Just for the children
Kopf und ein Beutel Gras
Scheine fliegen durch die Luft
Wir sind high Geld nur Papier
Mit dem Duft von Freiheit
Trippin sippin und drive-bys
Big Bad
fighter
Then my mommy sent me to the shop with some kroon and a list of 3 items
1 2 3 4 50 sente in my hand
60 sekondes
7 rondtes
8gte mekaar
9n wonder die
Live to die but now I die to live
And yes the vicious cycle repeats
Feeling like 1 2 3
I got the demons and I got the devil chasing after me
Fuk em
This song isn't encouragement
Rather, it's a song disguised as a lesson of do's and do not's
I want to make sure that you do not travel down my road,
the hot tub or the telly
Got my groove on, a twist of lime blended right
Remy XO wit my lexo at the light
3 deep, Krazy till I die on my mind
Trick a nickle
knock my own shit
Like I'm on my own dick, my
Day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops
Come blaze the court and though niggas
Die
in the Paris by the Eiffel
Catch corn if you run with the oppers
Thirty-eight, send him right to the doctors
I'm with nets by P shop
Let the glee
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Squad!
It's fuckin' TR3YWAY
Farid Bang, what's poppin'?
Shout out to SCH
Capo, let it breathe!
Juh-Dee on the beat
Helal Money Kartell, die
real
True queen, considered twinkle in my eyes
The glide in my step, I bless the world before I die
And tries I might, ain't a damn thang I can do
Just
try to fucking harm me
Back to the plan at hand
Consciousness growth expand
Puff puff pass
All across that globe
Words heard by the masses
3rdEye in
whattup?
Ayo black men, you're dyin' by a dozen cousin
So all I do is walk away yo' Prince as if nothin' happened
You call me a punk, I gotta step cause
homies by my side
Now I only do the things that I like
Yeah, Balling with the team you on the Sideline
Ain't no other homies I would die by
Someone check
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