Lyrics:
throw that boy a 7.62, we don't throw shade
I hope everyone don't hit you, not partly
Look, I'ma die in these Cuban links, I feel like Rod Wave
Walk
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
[EDI - Talking]
Uh, time done came, maintain
This for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life
Gettin that money, niggaz gotta
up and get what's comin to me
Now I'm just gettin' by, and it's fuckin' with me
See others doin' big thangs they was nothin' to me
I'm seein' what
till Jesus our Lord make it back
Till He split open the sky, you gotta maneuver the lies
Gotta believe Him, it's do it or die
So I receive Him and move
work at the pharmacy, free drink
That's a lick i just hit a lick
Gotta move with bands already on E
Talking that big money shit gonna
Get yo ass stained
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, uh
Big percentage
Might not recognize me through the smoke
And the tinted windows, I'm still in business
So every
the thoughts that were bought
By all these robots
Toxic mothafuckas rule this world
Keep 'em off of me gotta stay sterile
Where is this shit coming from
They say
hash it
Experimented I don't like wine I don't like acid
I've had a whole lot of my ships sunken by enemies
Partly cause I'd rather be working nights
shit world wide
I felt it when Wass died
Ma' was only 22 when daddy he got 25
And if they don't listen
You’ll have to feel me
Big dawg gotta eat they’ll
my heart need my really big bag
Even bigger shopping cart
Lil' lady lil' baby into more than Paul Blart
Free my lil' woadie cause he got
Caught up by
step- I gotta relive, yeah
Take a breath, feel it in my ribs, yeah
Let my voice fade into the mist
(Mist, mist, mist)
Yeah! I been talking to the man
these big rappers that ya'll look up to
They always tell you what the good bout but they never tell you what the bad part
And that's crazy man
Many nights
Inside of a living nightmare a story hard to explain
Now let me attain some knowledge by smoking some mary jane
It's okay now everybody thinks that I've
Yeah
Yeah
Y'all ready know how we do in the studio
You gotta dream in order to succeed
If you don't dream where are you gonna be?
Now where
So don't
Being alive is killing me
Fuck the world with my whole dick bitch I ain't no tease
Gotta get it how I'm gonna get it ain't no in between
Too much
Fif, ayy
Sweatin' by the stove, hit it with the wrist (wrist, wrist)
Ayy, ayy, I'ma do it like I'm Fif, yeah
Rather die a man then live like a bitch
But if a opp drops I cannot feel remorse
It's money, murder, and sexual intercourse
Big smoke, I never play the victim
Money hangin' on my neck,
Yeah I'm a dynamic duo all by my damn self
I got that fire, the hottest shit on the damn shelf
Niggas go right, I'ma pan left for GP
I don't need
Sneak dissin', you can die
We ride with big thirties cocked, you can take two to the eye
Run in the trap, we holdin' them racks
You want it or not? You
revolt
From feeling that they gotta take
All the weight so we go to war
To find another way
Intercept opposite forces
Entering our sick vicinity
out, nigga,
Ready to get with the shoot out.
In the meanwhile,
I still gotta make me some money to get by.
Yeah, I thought to connect, and hooked
your head wide open
Hopin to spot a chip in this frame
I lived and died by the burnin flame
Of the OK Corral Cowboy style
From the Quarters
together by putting they shit on pause
So what does it mean, Assault on Precinct 13?
You are bout to see just what the dirt bring
It's working, that force, I
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