Lyrics:
artillery
It's a known fact we're rivaled by many
But that don't mean a thang
A little more quantity
But a higher quality's got to keep domain
So when we
bodies unidentified
Like aliens tailed by the feds try and
Run and hide my alias
I paid dues and debts but
Ya'll don't have none do it for ends
Do it
forever
I paint the town red, with many heads are severed
Are-A-W, I still bring trouble to
Throw your raps in the sleephold, quick to snuggle you
Dart heat
single?
I spit heat, hit the street, stack by the window
Bay area lingo is what a playa blessed with
Ten shots with his own spots is all I ever messed
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
to represent me
Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch lettuce?
Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous, all the et ceteras
To the death of us, me
to represent me
Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch lettuce?
Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous, all the et ceteras
To the death of us, me
know the right line
And gettin by wasn't gettin by we had to steal and lie and some of us died
We were on borrowed time and the clock was tickin'
And near death throes of his endearing 1962 Chevrolet
Storm follows him closely as it has for 3 days
In the pouring rain on the long dark highways he sees
on your roof with heat, aiming at the Lexus jeep
Letting your case squeak, thinking a heat
But there's a nigga in your tree
Ready to spit, death in the air
the underground
Cuz all the dirt's above us
Stay filthy until the day they kill me
Rather be carried by six
Than judged by twelve, that's guilty
We still ridin'
Blood on the wall, death in the air
Birds on the ground, pistols everywhere
Devils in the eyes, babies always cry
Papa never home, fuck it we all alone
Who care where you came from you ain't prepared
For when the pain come this nigga scared shook to death
From a cold stare stuntin knowin my brothers
knew I had to come back, with extra heat for y'all
Be-More are ya ready? Colorado are ya ready?
I'm at your neck like a Doberman mouth
With like 40 m***
Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh
My vocal cords break the laws that
introduce
Astonished by evil, so i put my faith in my songs
I made mistakes, i think something went wrong
They ask ""Why this jacket in this heat? man""
I
away
Favelas exploding on inflammable spillways
Lynch-mobs, death squads, babies being born without brains
The mad heat and the relentless rains
And if
criminals yeah
Money hungry
Wabble in the hills
Wabble up
Thousand dollar bills
Ruined by your viles yeah
By your vile
Painful death threats
Flex, flex, flex,
chest
I'll wear it with me till my death bed
Cause I never learned to listen
Ooh ooh god damn the sun is hot as hell
When you're wearing nothing else
I
forerunner I don't associate with those days
Look right through me and all you get is the desert beyond my daze
My waters running out the heat pounds and I'm
side despite what you've learned
Always with me and by my side despite what happened
You close to me you're bringing your soothing heat to my cold heart
We met in the summer time stayed inside to beat the heat
No sunscreen my quarantine queen
I saw her everyday on my telephone screen
She sucked me in
It was "Sometimes It Snows In April"
He was brought up by the faithful
In the cage of every unclean bird, ungrateful and hateful
The legend
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
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