Lyrics:
leaving his prints on u
God losing his grips on u
The gates crack and that bright light start slipping thru
My niggas by my death bed hoping i pull thru
No
of life, I throw up regrets
ATH - NIC we the real ones
Mediterranean blood, European bloods
Everybody silent or they get a bang bang
187 respect, was has du
motherfucker that's Junior Seau
All my doors suicide, I'm in Vegas shoot the five
Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die
Now do you wanna
care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire
Yeah, Junior
It's Cash Money over everythang
It's in my blood, I feel it runnin' in every vein
I
care
I'm a motherfuckin' Cash Money Millionaire
Yeah, Junior
It's Cash Money over everythang
It's in my blood, I feel it runnin' in every vein
I
Tell 'em fuck the world 'cause I'm hood by nature
Feelin' that way is how the hood'll make ya
The hood is vacant, the streets are empty, yeah
Mr.
high puffin Hershey eyes yay high
Mami wanna ride you gotta mace mines
I mean put ya fuckin face by my waistline
Gudda going hard at a bitch
I don't
American dream
Using my skills my blood and my tears
To build this great nation and now it’s crystal clear
That even with 13th you just don’t care
My
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
muh'fucker up only if it feels right
Stop all your blood clot cryin, I was flyin'
Made it to school with barely 'nuff time to sign in
Yeah I hear
good, uhh
I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin' weed
In my bag lunch and all through Junior High
We was just gettin' by
I'm in junior high with a c+ grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I to school from my moms apartment
I got to tell these niggas
Dani Daniels ride da dick good just like Riley Reid what mo can I she a Mia Khalifa a do it on camera baby love her some bbc Queen in the sheets
like
To turn this muh'f***er up only if it feels right
Stop all your blood claat cryin, I was flyin
Made it to school with barely 'nuff time to sign
done in dark
Will rise with the sun
I know my people been target practice
Abused for your fun
It's no wonder we're numb
Shell-shocked by guns
While
'm back dro
Can't get caught in the mix
By these fake trouble cops and
They crooked ass tricks
And uh, hold up yo, niggas rollin' up
For what? I don't know
orchestrated by masons all related
their royal seal and oil fields corporate hatred
but how could I be concerned with world war?
Gotta worry about dyin from
bout black on black crime
But if I kill you ima do time
Cops kill you everything's fine
You think that this covid is a joke
Until it grabs you by
of shame in the game you got
We keep the party movin to the broad day light
g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
Time's an illusion as the moments race by
Too fast
a lil' something like this
I'm in junior high with a B-plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's
run it to 'em
Bet, it's all good, uhh
I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin' weed
In my bag lunch and all through Junior
a lil' something like this
I'm in junior high with a B-plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's
Junior High, we was just gettin by
And drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry, and even though I had
pain in my heart, I was
Junior High, we was just gettin by
And drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry, and even though I had
pain in my heart, I was
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