Lyrics:
kickin love songs you can keep
Give me the boom bap when I kick my rap
No need for background singers and dancers, fuck all that
What you see you see,
and motherfuckers die
It's not the way I want to live, my nigga it's how it is
Homie got into a fight last night, that killed his kids
In this life I lead,
Cruising down the street
Look around and I sigh
I've lost some shit and gained some shit
As life passes me by
I don't have time for the bullshit
I'm
When I dress it's never nothin' less than Guess
So I walk with a bop and my hat turned back
Love commitin' sins and my friends sell crack
I got it
When I dress it's never nothin' less than Guess
So I walk with a bop and my hat turned back
Love commitin' sins and my friends sell crack
I got it
god damn faggot, we're gonna kill you,
you motherfucker."
So I got in a phone booth by the Kentucky Fried Chicken on Burnside,
held my legs
alone, so im rocking VLONE
Gotta watch my back, cause the streets so cold
Gotta watch my back cause the streets so cold yeah
You know i pullup with
murdered on these street in a puddle of piss
Or if I would get some news that my brother had died
If they ran up in my house and held my kids and my wife
people dead in the streets
And y’all just wanna hear that shit that bop your heads to the beat
They say that ignorance is bliss but that don’t settle with
raised as a cruel kid
Because the streets taught me more than these fake-ass schools did
I tried the education system but I dropped it
So now I'm in
Kids are adults by the time they're 8
Their heads full of nothing but carry a weight
I can't step away from this place slow fade slow fade
Nightmares
night
I'm a motherfucking gangbangin' nightmare, wake up motherfuckers
I traded in my white Nike Airs
For a rare pair of Converse, back to the hood
plus being surrounded by real niggas was my big thrill
Cause I was walked up by stand-up niggas from 56 Ville
They helped me get my cheese up love my
Uh
Yo
Get it
Ah
I ain't with that back and the forth
Grew up in the hood but my daddy packed it in the Porsche
I remember days he got convicted in
Mm, um, yeah
Palms sweatin', guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black
I'm just tryna make my homies
Free free
The block or the jail or the street street
Saying they been through hell they need me
Now I ain't abandoning
muthafucka
Ready to die muthafucka
Who shot ya? separate the weak from State Prop' the
Kids who squash beef and run them streets
Once again it's
the weak from State Prop' the
Kids who squash beef and run them streets
[Jay-Z]
Once again it's on nigga, bring the drama to ya lawn nigga
Tell ya mama
fibers tearing all the while (yup)
I leave the slots and hit the streets tonight (out)
I'm met by kids who misinterpret plight (pain)
Their grins are
streets
Black fathers blood shed on The concrete
Stray bullets hit a child
Now I never sleep
Being woke for 30 years
Took a toll on me
Nightmares of nooses
You ain't seen nada, street fiends fiend for green gwolla
Pray that you Spotify cause all of my streams hotter (Uh)
Pay homage, acknowledge, I got
some shit on you Geronimo
Asap make that nigga Diddy bop take that
Take that
Send him on a trip without a space pack, bow
My hood like goons gone wild
cheese
Bitch in the back an she rubbin my fleece
Bitch in the back an she riding for me
An the number rule don't get lined by a treesh
Hit the studio once
a tracer round, turn your face around
By the time you see the signs I'ma smoke less
Sleigh my demons and I blaze at packs
Ain't that what these kids do
When
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