Lyrics:
A lot of shit a nigga never had a nigga tryna grab
And R.I.p. My nigga Black, 'cause they done chopped him into pieces
He was trying to duck police's
I
down with no Trace roll some dice five six pa pa
Everybody screaming oh lord please
Come and save me smoke some weeds
Blow the smoke out keep my gun cock
snatch purse, so hard it hurt
To be here, and each year, I'm pourin out more beer
For deceased peers, holdin fort
Police line 'do not cross', they found
class)
Ship sinking fast
(Bon voyage)
See you at the bottom when I spot um
Grab him by the throat and say aaahuuumm I got 'em
What's up my brother?
What's
the trees, watch sum movies, hit dis weed
Yea nigga livin' care free
Please don't blow my fly, pardon the high
Nigga tendencies
Can't duplicate us but
laid low, Duckin’ police, ain’t none of us gettin’ no halos
Stuck in my old ways, Ain’t dyin’ of old age
This industry so fake, I’ll do it my own way
You
this life ain't no peace
Can a Nigga just beath now
I've been hustling in the street's
And you wonder why I blow tree's
My Nigga you know
We keep it
like I live in mercury
You staying on my way bitch excuse me
Small cities in Texas I know shoot at the police like Eldorado
Laying on my bed on a sober
some, bad enough, take some
But watch the gun by my side
Because it represents me and the motherfuckin' East Side
So bow down to the bow wow, 'cause
some, bad enough, take some
But watch the gun by my side
Because it represents me and the motherfuckin' East Side
So bow down to the bow wow, 'cause
the bank
Put the loot in the cul-de-sac
Slapped on the guard four times
For he passed out
Eyes on the blow and my pockets was assed out
Had on a trench coat,
still here
Even tho police be hatin I'm still here
I'm standin on this corner till my pockets bigger
I'm goin to my grave as a project nigga
[Chorus-
"This is for the real niggas"
Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex door
My tex-ture be
"This is for the real niggas"
Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex door
My tex-ture be the kind
a carcass now, her soul's leaving.
No more pain.
No more bleeding.
Die slow, blow by blow from a severe beating.
It only takes half a dozen more blows
at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that?s understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it
at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that?s understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it
at all time
So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
But respect ain't just something that?s understood in our time
Especially by our kind man I hate it
some dope
See the trade we're exchanging
A blow for a blow
We changing the game 2020
My niggas want plenty
And yes we 'gon ask for some more
I'ma tell
And a bitch by the name of America's on it
The same bitch that jacked my forefathers
And the Indians took my motherfucking religion
Place a holy Bible in my
on climbing that mountain
I'll rise to the top on my own
Rise to the top by my own means
With the homies outta OP, low-key
Workin' so hard that I don't sleep,
my search for the green
All my friends getting caught by police
It's the life that they live, the cops on TV
They the pre-Madonna of the street
No AC
she got special needs
Middle finger to the damn police
Let my dogs out the kennel please
I got real expensive tendencies
Blunts ima need like
like mad max
With your bitches by sides, cuz my shit is to hot
With the 753 Imma make it out loud
All those motherfuckin' pricks will know what Im about
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