Lyrics:
the states of Michigan and California
Will conduct the executions behind prison walls
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods
Electric
Popping this 30
It will be his ending
First I pull on the block
Then I blend in
Ain't worried bout opps
They pretend in
You niggas be ready to panic
It's
Run up if you wanna get knocked
There is no revive, this is not Black Ops
Rage till my fucking heart stop
Don't know if I'll be alive after running
Ariel
If I say I like it, best believe I'll make it very gold
I'm a rapper from the city no one's heard of or they don't like
Doing drive-bys around
thousand dollar fit
I'm dressing excellent i'll slide down
You the type be sending messages
Nah, for real, see him out
I bet we pressing him
I ain't road
wishing you could be me
Or else your at home, watching on the tv
Way ahead of myself, but speaking on what I believe
It's nothing new, surprised I even
loved
Try everything
But always know to keep it family first
We do all this to be loved
I'll never know
Only lesson learned is that it works
We do all
love game
They burst into flames
Separated lanes pure shame
Two kids together so they had to be tame
Fuck a lane
Mom and dad both dated
But it was all
By Monday I'll have a new bae
Yo bro, what's the vibe?
They fell in love with the UK guys
Buss it open, buss it open, wide
Spread your legs then
smell delicious
So in love, just snap your fingers and I'll fulfill your wishes
My day's gon be right, when I begin the morning with the moment when we
I'll put ya mans on a kids shit
Think I gave the henny job on the block how I make the 5th work
What we resort to ain't nobody taught you
I was brought
better by myself
I won't wait for you no more
I'll be better by myself
I was tryna fall in love, I just fell right through the floor
I was tryna fall in
of nowhere like your kid's wet dream
What you mean old news, oh you
Will you need us to fucking show you that we're harder than finding a fucking snickers bar
problem
I know he gon' fold
Fuck wit the kid
put his ass in the grove
Six bullets in
Your toes gon' be froze
I put you in a coffin
That shit gon' be cold
gettin' through customs
And my livin' room new, everything in there custom
And the gang with me, everything I got is because 'em
Fools need better luck,
the writer be left to die
But it get mesmerize if it catch your eye
Shines enormous, from pure revered cool's and garments
But it's torment, jealousy drug
Niggas pull up to ur block looking fresher than a tic tac
Big facts
Got a Big Mac
On your bitch lap
Now you big mad
But you not gon get your bitch back
social justice or
Being really into Trump
Well, fuck me, I'm all by myself
It's not my fault
I'm like Peter Pan but racist, I'm based
Fly through your
your magic fingers,
I'll meet a man,
But you'll have your mother's eyes,
First love song for our brand new son,
First love song,
The kid is gone,
in with 'kast 'nem
Cold weather bubble goose 4-5er mashin
From G.A. to L.A. Force 1's be my fashion
Disrespect my space I'll push yo fuckin back in
or something
We be waiting by ya door like pizzas coming
Talk real like for real ya peeps is fronting
I'm fresh as febreeze be getting felt by ya breezy
Windows
know what all your mother has said
And I don't want to cast any blame or point a finger
I just don't want your father to be such a fucking stranger
So, I
I need to find myself
Lord willing I'll redefine myself
More reason to multiply myself
Lord help me
Don't leave me by myself
Nah I ain't by myself
I
fuckin' up the block
Got shot rocked and that's just where the shit stops
What's the meaning of this? I must be dreaming
Everybody's ?? when I see men
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