Lyrics:
I'm doing it my way
I took the law in my own hands
Here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up
Fayette County teen after he was hit and killed by a suspected drunk driver
Russell Logan, just 16 years old, a student at Starr's Mill High School
for
A brick of coke
He walked in the credit union
Then he slipped a note
A new Ferrari, ticket price
That's what my kitchen grossed
Illegal business, my
by showing him a lewd dance and suggesting that he'd smoke a high-school diploma...)
Hey! wait a minute!
Hey this, this stuff...
I never seen one
the start, no you didn't
Well let me restart
Homies on fire
Oh yeah the blunt is lit
Oh he's on fire
Bring in the oven mitts
oh yea they fuck wit this
niggaz
If you don't hang in the air by the name a swizz beats
Told Mannie fresh he the skateboard P
Clay J-G and Just Blaze taking basically I'm talking
much killing up in my city/ Still ya boy ball like Marant up on the Grizzlies/ Get rich or die trying a mill I need 50/ and if it ain't genuine that bull
I'm a dog, I'm a goat (goat)
I'm a west-side nigga, hit your friend on the low
I fly by in three million, tell 'em bye (skrrt)
And them diamonds
"boy, today's the day you're going to die"
I looked at him and said, "how's it going to be"
He said, "boy, you're gonna drown out at sea"
I laughed in his
Yeah We On
My country 'tis of thee, the land of the free
And all the other bullshit
By the way, I'm in Africa, and I'm white
Not that it matters but
lie in the border fires in the humming wires
Well, you know You're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past
Thinking bout buying op a crib
Just to show a nigga how i live
Less than a mill everyday
I'm fire nigga got that purp'
Nigga hatin' on me no work
I'm in
em all the thrills my nigga and now they can't sit still
Yea I know I been away
But a young nigga back in the ville
I'm tryna make me a mill
I finna do
a couple mills and I still ain't done
I got my degree, but they still be thinking I'm dumb
If you look me in this book, It'll say you my son
I threw five
to cause fires in hell, fires in hell
[Half-A-Mill]
Stupid reefer, still ride Gucci sneakers
Ill, your shit can kill for the phone, if I leave her
I ain't
a tent
I don’t wanna so I turn to the beast
But I still live in a tent
I live in a tent
I live in a tent
The beast will stop me from living in a tent
I
breathing
Plane Jane Richard Mill wine tasting in jet
Still a gangsta Ian worried cuz I got da kill tek
Classic man with some Balmain and the blue Patek
He
murder in the lot
My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me
The adapt by T's and be 's and the regencies
Fuck what the reason be, I'ma
and he got popped
Frank Lucas mink, six tails, it's a fox (fox)
Pourin' up drank 'cause it's still in stock (drank)
Skeleton Cartier, see through
His impacts about as raw as crack was
Now all these new artists getting raw deals
I'm only twenty one, sitting on mills
We on fire
Up in here,
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
the fire from the skies
You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
Better not compromise, it won't be easy
666 is no longer alone
He's
and I were made to live through more
Yeah
Shoutout to the most high, made a nigga so fly
Not a day goes by I ain't been that dude
You got that fire
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