Lyrics:
Twenty five years old still tryin' to make a livin' off a
one live then they're only slugs give a nigga
Fuck holes in my chest took my last
regardless, my guess
They die for freedom, and they dyin' for martyrs, they blessed
But some share needles in the pissy apartments, obsessed
By thoughts
trick me off the streets (see em)
All these damn haters I feel like they the police
All rats gotta die I got my blessings out the street
non-believers into die-hards, and I ain’t even gotta try hard
These gourmet rhymes on a silver platter, served up by this master chef
I’ll keep on feedin’, keep
his first steps in Bristol City
A young man just tryin’ to fit into society
So much so I put my best foot forward into history
But that don’t mean shit
and backed up by click niggaz
That's trigga happy don't give a fuck bout killin niggaz
We killin' haters with tommy guns spillin' haters
The ghetto made us
stay focused keepin' him in my plan Never losin' my faith haters gonna try to degrade Gotta be in my state of mind or relate Gotta know this is the end
touch, turn to gold
Niggas, yeah, they really don't know. Flexin' on the hater, I don't really give a fuck, bro
Yeah, I'm tryin' to go complete my goals.
and I'm gonna be waitin' on em by myself with my pistols with me
ain't nann nigga gon' ride, like I'm gon' ride for me
and ain't nann nigga gon die, like
they fantasize? (Fantasize)
When we ride it's a must adversaries die every time
Yes, yes, y'all, not $hort but Snoop Dogg
And you know it's like
seeing bodies
Drop I park boats on top of
Docks I like fucking up a
Lot hang with haters tie up
Knots
Ayy I live and I die I drink when I'm
Fried don't
get hated the most
You know most rappers die in they own city
That's a fact
And you know you have haters who was in school with you
And they mad cause
was new to me
Was like damn you can die from the pharmacy?
Guess we all got pain that we tryin' to escape
Try to filter my problems through every tape
Panic creepin in I wanna scream out not again
I been lost so many times
I’m so sick of scraping by
This life I wanna make it mine
I am not afraid to die
is the key, everyday tryin' dodge them toe-tags
Gotta good heart, tryin' hard to raise mine
You made room for a sista's jumpstart
Playa haters, they
teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
So they want they ride candy
starters, led by example
Who work harder? Ha ha ha, you kiddin right?
Every bing, catchin a flight
Emergency row, coach
Sittin up through the night
Can't
My time has come for me to shine
I'll light the fire and I will fight
Until this light leaves my eyes
I'll grind until the day I die
They think I'm
discrimination
All the flavors in LA
Fellas poppin' out in DA
'Cause you know that the chicks don't play
Shawty by my side
I know for sure she gon' ride
Pull
Hey
Hey
I here by welcome back the sunshine
And clear skies 'cause I'm done cryin'
While tears dry that were once mine
'Cause one time
I swallowed
On this beautiful day
We tryin' to take a break
From that gangsta life in the bay
We got that charcoal on standby
And meat by the pounds
I'm talkin' gallons
limit it
Matters, that concern of me, now we go
Tryin' to fight against us, grief for haters, we too high
Three, four, five, cast a demon down
World
the grip
So come on by, and throw your set real high
Niggas get smoked tryin' to fuck with my supply
And I supply, what you can't go by
That westcoast
the grip
So come on by, and throw your set real high
Niggas get smoked tryin' to
Fuck with my supply
And I supply, what you can't go by
That westcoast
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