Lyrics:
and sit back and told 'em
I'ma young nigga got white in
The hood like I'm Odom
The plug sit back and he laugh
You need 50 pounds of good gas
Act like
never feel right in a tie and suit
501s and a plain white tee
I stay gettin' stopped by the LAPD
That's just life growin' up in south central
I been
shit they didn't like
Ridin marble white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
I'm talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes
heart is breaking
My body salivated
And I'm bound to die
I want three young ladies
To bear up my coffin
I want four young ladies
To carry me
and my crew, yeah we just ride
Yeah we gon do this shit, we do this shit, till we fuckin die
You know me too well
They say that good health is your
to mama
Yeah, you stand next to mama
I put holes in ya mama
You’ll die by her, you was close to your mama
Niggas sleeping on war in ya smoking pajamas
Not
faker than anime
Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah
Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake
Fuck good nigga we demand great
Order Dominoes
I'm feelin' villainous
I couldn't afford them kicks, I had one pair, and I cleaned them rigorous
Squeeze in junior, I feel like Vinicius
Young Gs
'em till they get white
This nigga he like Mekhi Phiph', actor
Fuck you tryna rap for, even though I'm comfty
(They can never take the game from a young
top 5 great nations
Montreal the mountain
Sky high that's a given
Young shinobi getting coochie from a Kunoichi
This shorty in my room wearing just
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
57, yes, yes, good for a D-Boy
Hand my MAC-11 to the engineer to record
Got the baddest women in the world for me to feed on
Double
and gave the Christ
What love is this to send his own?
To die for sin and take us home?
Got me feelin’ good
Forget my feelings
When you heard a story
living in Palm Springs
Young ass nigga, lifelong dreams
They take the greats from the past and compare us
I wonder if they'd ever survive in this era
feel it when I wanna die
Every time I wake up I swallow my sadness
Working hard but cant get past this
All my money getting sucked by taxes
Nasty
The hate the fake the weak the worst
I'm stack with emotions I don't know
I'm on the third so get the strips
And I'm not playing by the rules
So make you
Hey hey ngoja ngoja njora wa manjaro analeta noma ita kanjo wampige na bakora
Been there done that stained that tee
From the suburbs of the great
my pool of fans
Nothing come easy
Before they called me DNA
I went by young Deezy
You know 50 said, go head switch the style up
And if they hate then
watching you so you better get to it
And realize what we're living for, And the stakes is high
Your young, But we all need cake to get by
So listen up
life
It's starting to get redundant
I'm always getting chased by
This mother fucking
1800 percent of the time
I keep asking why
If the good die young
understand the reason we called pulled Over so much was because I got too tan
Damn I was just a
Little Mexican boy raised by white family
A little native too
is meant to be, I rather you than me
Die with pride, forty shells on the murder scene
Rolls Royce leather stitching in the steering wheel
Ninth
choice
I wasn't employed now I'm self employed
Ima live and die by my sword
Money galore
Told my bro lets rock and roll
If rap don't work then I'm back
will you ride for me
Girl ill die for you
But will you die for me
I just want you by side
I wanna be with you every night
Then I wanna make you my wife
Sittin front and center, I'm an eyesore
Homie just wait - have you heard the new tape?
That's to die for
Flowzus do it better 'cause a young guy try
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