Lyrics:
shut your mouth I don't need your guidance I'm fine
Doing my own thing this way
I knew it was peak when people acted like anti-racism marching was
you, a real red carpet
Now what I'ma do, I'ma just stick to the facts
Bitch so scared of my future, got this bitch goin' backwards
Been through mad
that car crash
4.0 flat, with my hood on, got a twelve gauge like I'm Milat
Nawfside, better not spin through that
Pussy nigga won't make it back, XD
Rent is fifteen hundred I need that by my side
They sympathize, yet I hope to see a better time
I can not press rewind when the grind is still hot
shit get banged (what?)
Where I'm from, chat shit, let a 12 gauge rip
Yeah, it's sick how it fits in my hand (hand)
I don't mix with the glitz
Where I'm from, chat shit get banged (what?)
Where I'm from, chat shit, let a 12 gauge rip
Yeah, it's sick how it fits in my hand (hand)
I don't mix
Yeah, nine millimeter shells, twelve gauge pumps and shit
So nigga, don't bother runnin for your trunk and shit
1-2-3-4 shots from the infra-red
Left
Some people, can't seem to hold onto money
Always in debt, deep in the red. Me? I stay in the black
My black don't fade
Run these colors on the way
it? Would you do it?
If I dropped you off at Watts
Would you walk through it?
Would you be from great street
Or would you Piru it?
Here's my red raggers
handle and one knife
Looked up and saw PV his bail was like 3 G's
Somethin' I knew Bugzy was paying off easy
Plus he had the gauge in his hand
And was like
guy
Hang with the reds or hang with the blues
It doesn't really matter, the choice is up to you
Just don't go switching on your own fucking crew
Hang
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
throwin' red rags
Slaughter Gang, PDE gon' do you bad nigga
Runnin' through this cash, through this cash nigga
And my bitch bad, bitch bad nigga
Yeah,
Negrinha
Negrinha
Why do you look at me
Like I had no reason to approach my dinner table in my neighbours waste
Like it’s not clear to see my colour
it?
If I dropped you off at Watts
Would you walk through it?
Would you be from great street
Or would you Piru it?
Here's my red raggers that's
Ain't
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
the thought of matter...
4. Beyond
5. Night Ride
No limits
Landing in the air
Traveling upstairs
Staying on the surface
Living on my own trace
Paint
meal Issa dinna
Bur get the fur going in for the winter
You know young red wrist ill wit the pen ah
Louie the bag
Gucci the belt
All on my own
Did it all
colour hides their fear,
Flowers faded, dull and cold, now bleached by atmosphere
Creatures twisting under trees, huge monsters soaked with rage
and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me
You're the soul of the brother who won't come back
Who died in my arms on the railroad track
advances stages (that's right)
Gauges and three-eighties, crazy, nigga shady (what?)
'Til I'm eighty, what I'ma do is mine for my loot
With the homies
the shakes
Legless like Bran, man she makes me wanna flake
Whenever you're around my feet never touch the ground
Swinging from this horse on our very own
and the courage of three, and the mind of a man much wiser than me
You're the soul of the brother who won't come back
Who died in my arms on the railroad track
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