Lyrics:
Rose of the slums rainy days don't matter I put my lines on these strings till the bread gets butter
Still trapped in the hood all I hear is make
All that we go nickelodeon
Why
Cause all my cousins they be toting skeeters
Stupid bitch put her hands on me watch I slap her down like mosquitos
it all at ease
I go by the name of C-Black by the way
And she go by the name Lil' Q
Hand down, man down, these niggas lookin' for him
No toys, lil'
like?
We can ride through atlanta all night
I ain't trynna get blick down at the store so I keep this gun on my side (boom)
Baby I ain't telling no lies
threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain't proud for me, probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shottas fee
I'ma make
I'll keep her next to me
While I load this gun
Put it up to my head and
Feel the weight in my hand
I can hear the rain outside
I can feel the aching deep
down is not an option
Drugs, guns, and anarchy
Blood, guns, and sodomy
I hope you switch yourself
You gotta believe in me
I am everything (I am
your bluff
Knuckle up, life is short when ya thought you were buff
What the fuck, trying to put it down harder than us
Better duck, nigga, head blown
that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds (funds)
Some brothers get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts
trap out of Céline
I put that ice in my watch, Mr. Freeze
And I'm takin' the PJ to go to Belize
I need that big gun, I'm talkin' machine
These pussy
I thank you
You could have had 'em put me in jail, son
I'm just glad I run out of air hose
When I come at you with that nail gun"
Oh, Junior's
to be cold as the grave.
The steel in your spine, is corruption and a crime,
It’s murder done by any other name.
A gun or badge can’t keep it from being
forgot the biskey
I stashed it on the side of the sink, behind the dishes
On Sundays I praise gun plays, that's my religion
Walking down the block with
the moon, the gun and
Nine nine nine, singer down
Cloudburst and all around
The first are last, the blessed get wired
The best is yet to come
I put my
down together
So tell me can you do this Forever
Say the word I’ll gun down whoever
So will you be my bonnie
Pre-chorus
Will you love me till the day
Give me police protection
Gonna buy a gun so I can look after number one
Give me a bodyguard
A black belt judo expert
With a machine gun
Gonna buy
day the stakes get bigger
Roulette, a different finger on the trigger
Down by the river that talks
The night speaks in searchlights
And shortwave
Give me police protection
Gonna buy a gun so I can look after number one
Give me a bodyguard
A black belt judo expert
With a machine gun
Gonna buy
time high, they couldn't know it was raw
You would die if you smoked it, too potent to snort
If you think by the bar, you probably choke on the thought
like pop
Then I picked up a mic I wanna be like 'Pac
Please put down the pipe you don't need that rock
Please put up a fight for the kids that watch
Us
I put on for this crown nigga I don't take it off
Uhhh
Live by the gun
Die about it then
Came in this bitch a man
Ima' die a man
I only kneel
no driving by can't wait until he catch this fire
Be patient and never deny one thing you can't get back is time
For the fam put it all on the line
Uh, little nigga but my heart not little
Baggy jeans tryna put some knots in them
Murder Mitten where them niggas pop pistols
Gun Ru, I was born in
I just wanted you by my side
Maybe i just want you in my life
I go through all this pain i won't cry
I wonder if you'd miss me if i die
I'm getting
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