Lyrics:
F C
I just ain't got the nerve to say goodbye
F
I'm waitin' for the day
C
When I can hide my love away
And if you got in his way, way way back in the day
Then you'd be in for a world full of hurt
Now Johnny's reign was over and like all of those before him
a psychopath
But half the time, while I'm scramblin and gamblin to pay the rent
I'm livin day by day and cent by cent
By the end of the week my knees feel weak,
know that I play
Not accountable for things that I say (I'm sorry)
Blame the moon, and the stars and the day
You know my sign and that's one of my
could withstand through the test
So apply the pressure like I used to do but Crack never left
I traded in my double breasted for a Mac and a vest, what
Murkin' what my soul say, I'm slidin' with this stowaway
My heater for a cold day
Leave a nigga in disarray (come here, come here, come here)
Better stay
24 7, every day of the week, size thirteen
Got J's on the feet (Day of the week, on my)
Ride with the team, swerve off
In a Jeep, touchdown flow, i'm
I played a shut in for a good long while
My high time was walking the dog at the end of the day
Then back again to my solitary domicile
I let
when I got my own company
But I'm a man, and ain't nobody helpin' me
Tryna sound like Amerikkka's Most
You could yell all day but you don't come close
home
I don’t wanna fear no more
Shell cases dropping on the city Streets, bullets wizzing past my ears Oh Lord, are you here oh Lord
Placed for a purpose
shooters 'round my way, nigga
I'm knowing why they hatin', niggas know I got this K, nigga (21)
I got gun smoke, we can get a nigga by the day
Yeah, I gun
her ass to come over
But, Everyday my best day
Karma is a bitch and she reside at where my ex stay
Love is her friend, she makes it harder for the next
You're all I want
Til the end of time
Go to war for our love
You're my valentine
hunter, so I turned around to draw
I knew someday I'd meet him, for his hand like lightning flashed
My own gun stayed in leather as his bullet tore it's
hunter, so I turned around to draw
I knew someday I'd meet him, for his hand like lightning flashed
My own gun stayed in leather as his bullet tore it's
live by the code
Why I do this on my own
Why I do this for the fam, why I do this cause I can
I'm high don't know where to land
My mind been making
the dealers and killers, cut-throated thugs are gorillas
Got my haters to feel us and recognize who the trillest
I got my mind on my paper it's time for
livin' my life like a king, maybe one day
Until then I'm livin' Monday through Sunday
Bringin' the Gunplay for all these beefs and battles
When we
world a crack baby
My bottle was brass monkey
I developed a brain tumor,now I consume a half ounce of Rose
I sniff bullets with my snub nose
I grew up
down
Was in a card to my valentine Bridgette
She broke up with me the very next day
And burned that card
And my words went up in smoke with it
At least I
Cupid
Valentine day in the studio, I just really got a love for the music
You hate on me, you losin', I know they not real, they using
I go ball like
case you never know
Just in case you never know gotta rhyme that beat
Morvy getting money Imma have my day
I'm running to a pole, I won't waste time
store
Remembering them days
On my dick, i was close to poor
I went to chase a bag, and got it
Quick, so i got more
And yes it 7 AM, got no sleep
I need
Thank God my grandma still pray
I be feeling like the worst on some days
Pop pill load clip then gunplay broad day
Dick on a gun hanging out on the runway
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