Lyrics:
On Me
BRILL feat. Keely Ferguson
(Produced by: csar)
(BRILL)
First I get one drink, maybe buy two,
Sip the third drink, fourth one's on you,
Drink
Hail Mary that's how we live
Lay low good guys catch you with a hook I, know why you lie
Ya crew ain't quite like mine
Spit it like ooh my, these
I'm goin in I'm goin in yuhh
Lil mama go bring a couple friends yuhh
Tell her that tonight is the night
Cause the crew turning up, we gon have a good
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Niggas wonder why
You could bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two
don’t mind me too honest
Cause honestly, I’m going way too hard, rollin’ way too deep, taking things too far
My crew on the loose, you’ll have to do
This is the story of Joey
Who live next to Chloe
Who live down the street by the homies
Joey sold Crack and got caught by the police
His bail 10k
kids but 2 babies died
had a brother and a sister that lived short lives
died as a baby
things was going crazy mama had to burry daddy daddy pushing
crazy I don't have a pattern
Imma go buy me a house on
A moon that's orbiting Saturn
I live it, yeah I live it
Beat you man I already did it
I already did
Two by two
Comin in two by two
Never been around no guys like us, it says a lot about you
Two by two
Fuck with my two live crew
Tell me everything
(Voice box)
Somebody, somewhere, best beware of my crew(2x)
(Tray Deee adlib)
Yeah!(2x)
(Tray Deee)
Comin from the city where no pity is
man
Will start living again
You wanna live in a two
I wanna live in a ten
Go and ask PPL fam I did it again
1, 2, 3 let's go!
Yeah lager and spliffs
I went through with the plan, now the man sendin' me grams,
My coke organization still infestin' the land,
No joke, built my Mama an estate in
never die, ah!
My crew standing by my side
Pass the joint we getting high
In this life you live or die
So you gotta go outside
Go and catch some good
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
shit hard as fuck)
Y’all live for bitches and blunts I live for the crew
How I did the percolator I took two (ooh go head)
I don’t know nun bout damn
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
again
My worst enemy, my best friend
I fight myself in a steel cage
It's like the pain will never end
Take a two by four
Light it up and hope the flames
It's the B the O the Y-L-E
The H the E-I-G-H-T
Now add the S that's East Los Angeles
Relax Kids Mescalito bout to handle this
The B the O the Y-L-E
sixty-two packages of cigarettes. why are you carrying all zees into germany for? what are you doing this for?
I . . . I . . .
How long have you been livin'
you’ll live again
Hey mama hey mama hey
Hey mama hey mama hey
Hey mama hey mama hey
Hey mama hey mama hey
Verse 2
I don’t know, and don’t wanna know
do this time for who? Not two faggots
Ain't shit free in this world, you gotta get it how you live
Even if it comes to rapping and trapping, bussing
passing by my way again
And I'm wondering if we can be good friends
Can't 'cha get eh
Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say, eh
Papa say, papa say, papa
only one-and-a half
Baby bother just passed
Can't be stuck in the past
You gotta live with it, paint that smile on
Mama kept us healthy
But she cryin'
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