Lyrics:
live life contented, and not out of fear
I have ever been rejected by people I held dear
Constantly teaching myself on how to persevere
I value my mental
With this hand-ting I'm a handy man
Break down boxes, Jackie Chan
No black belt, black blade in hand
Most drills that I did weren't planned
Add 3 K's
Running out of breath
I'm taking flight
Oh, this life is so, so fine
When you're by my side
Back on the track
I just want to sit back and relax
I just want
Running out of breath
I'm taking flight
Oh, this life is so, so fine
When you're by my side
Back on the track
I just want to sit back and relax
I just want
it out
I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks
Get bread by the flocks
Bitches love me and I'm duggy from
The head to the socks
Too much to handle, here
made that there might be a no
that now a door might have closed
the one that was only open before because it hung on wonky hinges rusted open so
Shit, I never sold it
It's death before dishonor
Pacing on a track
N I'm running through these laps
Like a marathoner
N in my mind,
Shit I'm worth
other out
Chrome and blak nines
In the hands of lost souls
One track minds
Wit Kill or be killed motives
We Programmed to die
Propositioned by the cops
resentful
With all that I have been through
Tryna pray for a breakthrough
Another day of trouble knocking on my door
I'm tired of running there's no room
Galactic thinking my mind is out of this world
I bring it down to the ground but in orbit it swirls
Hurled at different thoughts
My world is put
of it G, riding in the streets
Running, cause a nigga wanted by the police
My homeboy gotta do 5 in the hole
Did three, still they denied his parole
Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, niggas scared of that
Got a new motto this year, "Don't fuck with my ones"
Knock on your door, three in the mornin'
"It's just us
of the day is still a blur
But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead of her
She was buried on August 3rd
The story ends without a sequel
And now you
rhythm
Honey we could get down with some Sado-Masochism
[Hook]
Throw your head back as I fuck you to this track
Throw your head back as I fuck you
stopping
Next day lookin like a zombie
on the track go Joseph Stalin
I kill everybody on it
Want a feature there's a price
You want beef come get a slice
for the Low Profilerz [Low Profilerz]
Riderz [riderz]
You know
This is for the Low Profilerz [Low Profilerz]
[3x]
[Silencer]
Thugged out bald head
like champagne
Young nigga beating the bass Swing my door
Sell you an o
And I'll sell you some dope
Bring down the a p
In the middle of the floor
I need
a clip
How many hollows
Do you wish
1,2,3,4
I bet I shoot this shit
Don't miss
Don't need a gang
Bitch I'm good by myself
If you catch me slipping
Won't
it is I don't have any objections sometimes
It's hard to get rid of this attention
Eventually a new trend gone pop up like it's TikTok
Time running out
whack like its a repo thing
I’m going in, I ain’t coming out
I got a style and it ain't running out
But my life’s running out, we don’t live forever
the rest of your life
Ask me where I'm going,when I'coming back when I bounce
Running her mouth, call herself the queen of the south
Redecorate the crib
Noo, noooo
Yeah
Yung Drippy Dri I run to the bag one day imma ball out
Maybe
I take a 3 it fuck up my back then I start to fall down
It pained me
You
a elephant
I move cars like spinnin rims
I'm in a class all by myself like the brown Eminem
Not to down Eminem, I fuck black bitches
Fuck white bitches, nigga
cleared away, on the floor lay a man
Feleena's young lover, had shot down another
And he had to leave there, so out through the back door he ran.
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