Lyrics:
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
jungle, plenty niggas ready to mug you,
Attitude of fuck you, nigga you aint been where Im from fool,
The Lanes over here will dump too, we live by gun
Blinding by the light
See the stars and our sun
The gift that keeps givin' like Babushka
Kush crushed up in the studio, rollin' Kate Bush up
Extra,
do all my passions
Love my occupation no pression
Live by myself could be my decision
Winter, summer, fall I don't care about the season
Live on all
quit calling the house
If I call, you're en route
It's a drought, you look out
I'm on edge, you put the palm of your hand on my head, squeeze
Please
get my currency in stacks
California's where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these niggas wonder by
I got shot but didn't die
Let 'em see who's next
is good and knowable
The gentle moles that define your scapulae
Freckles, more fine
Your jagged teeth, one broken by a bottle
Your lips taste like
People hear people hear people hear
Ay hey
Yeah
People hear what you say
Not always what you meant though
Tangling the message
Hope they get it by
Squeeze me baby with all your might
Oh please stand by me Diana
Oh my darling oh my lover
Tell me that there is no other
I love you with my heart
Oh oh oh
breed
We feel like we're needed our ego so greedy conceited
I'm blinded by what I can't see
Hand on my neck can you squeeze
Bring me to my fucking knees
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Only time I see the view is right by the sink (no kizzy)
Only time I see the view is right by the sink (yeah)
Only time I see
Baby
Baby Plug
Yeah
Young nigga curb surfing
A truck stop a sideline brick
The folks watching but they ain't on shit
Reporting live from the yet
of grimdark
Wish I didn't feel left out by the fact that I'm bi
Or the fact that I'm bicentennial percent lost
Shy and awkward
Just tryna trace these red lines
and reduced your fever
Heir to this thug shit like Julius Caesar
Chorus:
All my convicts, felony thugs, forever on the run
Live by the gun, die by the gun
from
So I extend my hand to my man, screaming, "I'm on my way!"
Yes I rap but best believe
Them things still get wrapped by Papi, screaming, "It's
sure
So I wreck like I'm posessed by Malcolm X
See the feds want us dead, we too complex
I always speak the truth, comin' from me to you
We movin'
people ain't no room to breathe
Surrounded by murderous felons, drinks and bags of weed
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I
I'm automatic trample in
live
And when time flies by, oh remind me to breathe
'Cause my heaven on earth are moments like these
My middle child that I am so proud of
Crawls
shit
Yea this how we live
This what it is
Can't Love
Caught up thugging
But it's cool being lonely
Wonder who gone stick around
Wonder who gone change up
Wu original, true colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
And overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high
I
Wu original, true colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
And overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high
I
and man, nuh mingle wid nuh Rodman
And if yuh dis di program, yuh is a dead man
Either by a shot or yuh hang
Jah, Jah ranks pass mi m-I
Well, fi live
ain't workin'
I'm jerkin' the game, heavyweight pocket exchange
Touch my niggas that's broke and hope them niggas do the same
Pause, squeeze ya balls wid
nigga out here
I'd rather die than live a life of fear
I know I got to be down here
To shine my light on them hoes
Hardest nigga out here
I'd rather
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