Lyrics:
the surgeon slugs
still pounds when Bobby Steels 12 gauge gonna pay deadly chronicles
We, held up in Gotham take heed and protect your seeds
We fall like all
where them dope boys
Now where my niggas who be thuggin' on the corner four
Hands in the air, throw your hood up
Hoppin' out that seven Tre, them six's
nigga I ain't never really been out flowed by no boy
Your food look just right
I'ma eat your porridge
Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no
Hook
To all the men woman kids, Little boys and girls.
I'm sending messages of love all across the world.
You can be anything, Just believe in your
Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My
Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My
nuttin to lose but um
But I got to do this shit real quick so um
Hurry up kid, bust your joints and then I'll bust mine
And I be out cuz I got to see this
So it's like
3.30 in the morning right
We've been up in the studio the whole damn day like
Boys make sleepy an tins
Then I hear this kick and I feel
on the grind and don't catch no case
Bitches, that's what you always be
Like the other young bitches that try to get with me
I run all up in it but this ain't
a lake
So I pour the Gin, down it straight
'Cause liquor's all that cures me
When I'm in this here fucked up mind state
And the whole damn world ignores me
nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, it's all mine
Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye
Got a 4-5 that'll
over the world just by staying true
You can bang to the boogie and hang out all late
But get some money 2 fold cause the game don't wait
[Chorus:
Yeah, ATLiens style on y'all ass
(Do or die, Aquemini)
(Killer Mike, Roc-A-Fella collaboration holla)
(Young Hov' in the place to be, Big Boi in
so they fall out
Whip, double roof, dog barkin' on the dog house
And I gotta give 'em the Lyt
My people in the struggle, I gotta give 'em a fight
Ain't
and the yey for most the paper we made in all dimes
I ain't lying the pleasure was all mine
Have big work to move but we served the small time
I always out
the joint
Case in point the pistol at yo' neighbor
Look at yo' neighbor and say "Neighbor," uh
Stack up all yo' paper, uh
Pray for me, I say a prayer for
No friends to ride
Felt alone in the light
Turn away from sin
Then I plop back in
Hydro's and gin
Laid on my back, watch the world spin
Grabbed
plus (yeah)
Gratitude is a must, yeah
Me see blessings fall by mi right hand
Buss a toast fi di friends weh tek off heavy load
One time did sit down
out I'm royalty, adopted by Elohim
I didn't ask him to die for me but he did
I didn't ask him to marry me but he did
I was that boy with a dream
Out
raised in the east some people call it hood
Getting high everytime outta all these good good
It's the east side boys man watch out
Bitch don't fuck it up
feature
I'm on the throne, glock by my phone
Give a bitch a bone
Treat her like a dog and she got herself a home
In the back of the Rover, roll with
floating in the S.E., now let's see
Half of y'all niggas built your vine from my stress tree
Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than adobo
Stay militant
don't disappoint
You can feel the fucking bars all the way to your joints
Music for the people make em rejoice
Picture me rolling, in a Rolls-Royce,
boys stuck in the trap
Too many young boys running round strapped, ready to clap
Too many young girls fall in the gap
They're fallin' for chat from
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