Lyrics:
cry for help
F*** love that shit don't last forever
Baby James going live forever
I got my dawgs and that's forever
It ain't no changing we going ball
gold
Got it decorated all over my household
N hate me so much, I can see all the envy
Hypnotized by that rose gold on the wheels of my Bentley
N don't
These n*****, they hatin', don't want it, they mad
That defy ', that defy', I want it, they head
That jiffy', that jiffy', l'm countin' that bread
Aye
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
less dudes just thirsting
Steady nursing the. Game by the worst strings that's not the first thing.
When im marking don't be lurking
No witness is
son she don’t know if she gone see him alive
See the pain in her eyes hear her cry yeah she traumatized
See the pain in her eyes hear her cry yeah she
Thing Ive Learnt About Life, Without Pain You Nothing
Pain is Best Friend, So Dont Cry My N***, and don't Trust My Gee
Cause Friends Turn To Pytons I
as far as getting guns and clap for me
Ain't even here to get a platinum plaque for me
I talk to them but they don't talk back to me
I ain't
I'ma Goliath
I sit on a Throne of Thorns with no rose by it
Siftin' through the quotes I spit is like gold minin'
I'm droppin' gems the size
complain about they life n what they don't have
And someone out there laughing at they broke ass
Some niggas out here capping out they own ass
Acting out
Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand
Life’s not so smooth
Is not a bed of roses
Full of ups and downs
With guns and roses
Hope for the best
and live for the worst
In everything you
Kicking in doors, f*** with my conscience
All of my dawgs yeah they real
Cannot fake 'em
Used to buy guns off the street
Now I make 'em
I trick a n**** just
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
bullet spit when I kick em
N****z die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me a G
get your ass kicked, n*gga this that bastard.
Verse 1:
My momma did her best and I ain't lyin
So plz don't blame her for this n*gga losin his mind
I
as a time of heartbreak and distress
Remember me, remember me, cause I'll be with you in your dream, ohh,ohh
Don't cry I'm with you don't cry I'm by your side
haffa cry back fa me
What a women, what a woman, what a woman me care
She haffa cry back, she haffa cry back fa me
Aye but I don't want her anymore
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
a lil' n**** so you know I run fast
But don't do much of it
Do a lot of gun busting
'Cause when I let off a clip, I get a kick
Outta seeing n****s run
me, saying "you ain't wowing me"
But they clout thieves, won't make it without me
I want purple roses
Purple roses
By my grave
I want purple roses
at times I too wanna hold a gun
I don't even use my fist man
I'm only here for fun
I only need a musical life like it's just begun
'Cause we're walking into
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