Lyrics:
the time
Whole time it's me I killed
And my trigga fingaz itchin
Got that glizzy in the mixin n
Strum the trigga it get wicked
How you hold that gun that
and toting guns
Willie 'n Ben every night
Now the judge don't want me 'round him
I know it's gon' be alright
Step on a nigga for that talkin'
Now
Die, followed by the train
Don't you cry, no flame
Follow, bitch, all on a gram
Followed by the grave
Don't you cry, no frame
Bitch, you're lookin'
of mine and as I walked thru the grave yard
I noticed this man kneeling down by the grave of a child
And in his hand he held a big red rose and tears were
to this one n****
I never fold, keep my hand on my gun n****
Momma told em kill em with my music slowly
The game over, and Imma cross over like Kobe
Now
On n'est pas de la même famille
Shinobi te dit qu'ils veulent tous nous passer au tamis
Oh no, we're in a recession
Shit that was planned by the Bilderberg
attention and some reefer
She like when I go deeper
Cause that's what she prefer
She said she wanna do somethin' for me
Bought some Rosè and roses by
a nigga clock
Everybody gettin' rocked when we hop out
Pussy better not cry now
Nigga where we from it's the code that we live or we die by
Grrrrrat,
They say the sun will rise, when the trumpets play
And the soul will cry, and the gun will spray
Give an orphan pie, and the love will stay
Let
gotta gun why not me
You gotta keep it on you now its just like ID
And I never seen a man cry till I seen a man shot
Fuck pride bullets is too damn hot
but her son outside
15 this lil' n***a got a gun outside
Its real
Church
I ain't really wit the tweeting s**t
N****s tweeting bout
How they don't be
Prince uh
If you have not done what I've done you cannot come where I'm from
N****s don't know I done had guns to my lungs
Nobody here seen me run this
shine I'm the one
On the east I'm in tuned see revolution
Celebrate give me Rose's I wont die by the gun
Celebrate give me Rose's been tough on the lung
yei yei cry yei yei
I can't believe
That you left me
And I still don't understand
Your suicide
Was it justified
The gun left in your hands
Now i'm
Nino
Can I vent?
Can I vent?
Let me vent
They say black men don't cheat
I say black men don't cry enough
I wasn't born yesterday
So can stop
feel like they been sacked by tuck
My n****z dont give a middle finger up
It's all fair love in war where we come from
I made it love it or hate it
to fear, yeah
Baby let's go up to the sky
I'm not being mean don't you cry
Look me in my eyes don't tell no lie
Lie
Baby why
I put all this love into you
I
and these roses
I'm just hoping I don't go unnoticed
I'm faded I'm flowing
They Know it!
This shit hits deeper than a gun
I'm all alone and I'm on one
on the target, and wham
One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, Mr. Ziegfeld, here I am!
I'm the greatest star
I am by far
But no one knows it
That's why I
on the target, and wham
One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, Mr. Ziegfeld, here I am!
I'm the greatest star
I am by far
But no one knows it
That's why I
They brought guns, I brought roses to the mosh pit (to the mosh pit)
I don't fuck with Britney she too toxic (she too toxic)
I was off that Whitney, no
to liftin my soul
Live in the moment n pray
I dun stood up by code
To hustle n made a way
Y’all don’t even know
Spendin time all alone
Y’all never love me
Real n***** don't need no handouts
Ran it up, bitches say I'm the man now
N***** lame, running around they fanned out
Make a name, now n***** want
these bitches ain't love me
So bitches don't cry when a n***a ain't here
I put in the work and I showed all the love
And I'm out on the streets, you get
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