Lyrics:
that doe
Gave the boy my lil' change and I ain't seen his face no mo'
What do you call that there playin' a nigga ha dawg
The nigga thank its gravy
they ain't got no sympathy
Now days I be having talk's with god' I think he challenging me
Niggas killing shit without no lawyer
I just hope I get rich
Standing right in the landing site
Popping shots off at anybody rambling by
I'm in the zone, looking for a spot to hide
When I was sniped by a guy
the other guy loses
He's gonna be on CNN
It's OK
That's what I say
It's gonna be OK
All Saints Day 2020
Vote your conscience, God bless America
And by
And They gone do The most shit(Get off The horn)
Correct me if I'm wrong Don't just Criticize
Cuz either way it goes Ima get it right
I Ain't bothered by
either way it goes Ima get it right
I Ain’t bothered by a soul Im just doing R.O.
Who be jugging got a line On em for The low
I ain’t worried bout
it's the dream
Gonna smoke some green
Grab the knife slit the throat of my enemy
Remenicing on the past ain't a friend of me
Body dropping to the ground
right?
What you thought, there wasn't gonna be no retaliation?
Ha, ha, ha
You gotta be kiddin'!
You call my name four times on a record?
I was sitting back, and I was thinking man
I ain't even trying to deal with this shit no more, you know
Cham' I don't know what to do yo, ya know
I was sitting back, and I was thinking man
I ain't even trying to deal with this shit no more, you know
Cham' I don't know what to do yo, ya know
Running through the club
Do i need an introduction
Baddies welcome to the suga track seduction
Swiping cards left and right
If he wants this kitty
and out on tomorrow
Right now I'm even more upset
Some shit that happened to me that I don't think I'll ever forget
You think I'll let it die, but I ain't
and he ready to score
Shoes that's the brother, he like buyin' Dior
Nothing you can do that's gonna fuck with the team
Ten toes, say a hundred nothing come
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He said he shopping at Saks he shopping at Saks Off
I ain't gonna stop keep going 'till my bag tall
I hear you hating and talking but I ain't ask y'all
I see all their faces turn when I step in
Be cool cause you know we got weapons
Don't wanna do it but you know we gon' pull it
Ain't new to this was
nigga, splene know what I mean
It's not a thing now (that's right)
Do what I say, leave you by the lake, put two in your face
With shit I couldn't do
offers they ain't getting past me
Speak to the demon he said
He want's to get even he
Don't believe what I'm seeing
I nod my head and agree told me
I was
a soldier
Been moving lowkey
I think I should lay lower
You niggas is shitty
I smell the aroma
Don't act like you know me
Cuz I do not know ya
I work by my
the right to dignity
What you gonna do with your babies
Home of the brave, land of the free
Nobody's asking for what ain't theirs
Just their dignity
At 16 I was in the streets
And I quit the baseball team
By 17 got my mind right, by 18 was on me
At 19 I was reminiscing on all
The shit that I did by 20,
It ain't so much a question of knowin' what to do
I knowed what's right an' wrong since I've been ten
I've heard a lot of stories and I reckon
up shorty yeah you grown now
They gonna break your heart, they gonna rip it apart like you ripping mine
Girl you don’t know what you do to me
All
And to my delight
I high tail it to the living room
Like zoom
I don't know
But sumthin aint right
Santa Claus must ain't came yet
Cause I ain't seen not
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