Lyrics:
cold
Death don't discriminate, any of us can go
Male, female, young or old
It might be in the papers but most stories are never told
The next day,
should work on me
I need more Dancing and more singing off key I’m just being for real ̄\_(ツ)_/ ̄
I’m a fresh ass nigga, to death my nigga
But I should
We can go bowling it ain't like before
Can't y'all see that I'm growing?
I was so immature
I was young and having money
Having honeys come
run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
thinking to small
You niggas only wanna rap and that's all
Your only goal is to buy out the mall
I go and buy me a mall
You want the stuff for the summer
Dancing got a lick on me
I pulled up new whip homie
If it ain’t money then it ain’t for me
My Diamonds they vvs
None of my family don’t gotta stress
Young
I am contagious
Now your dancing with psychopath
I will send you motherfuckers home in a body bag Trial by fire hung jury dead witness
Stay away from
Niggas know it's sex money, flex money
They do a lot
What's better than more letters
And buddha spots?
Buck fifties for niggas that don't do a lot
Go ahead
the poor and the old is seduced by the young dylan sample
we were driving a tonne, in the midnight sun
for hours, there wasn't a single soul in sight
38s jack
A pair of dope runner 95s & a digit scale
Some sandwich bags a flip phone & go & get some clientele
Mama wanted me to stay at home but I
yeah, yeah-yeah)
Freaky-freaky...
Ay yo I got a resolution
This year I'm playing right
No six fifteen this year
You can stay the night
We can go bowling
thinking to small
You niggas only wanna rap and that's all
Your only goal is to buy out the mall
I go and buy me a mall
You want the stuff for the summer
the window!
Cause a young nigga slime what they in for?
They go boom boom boom boom at your kinfolk!
I just play with the stick like Nintendo!
Now they watching
leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab
But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab
A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla
Ridin
Play wrong stupid fool watch you dance with the devil
My youngin's a go luny toon for a bezel
Stay slanging that iron rocking heavy with metal
I gotta
seals
Put you on death row like suge night we trained to kill
This bitch say she want to fuck me
She know I'm too real
She pop that pussy for me then I
to die
Can't stay to live, consumers is plannin to buy
Smoke death operators is standing by
They take you order for the slaughter of the family why
Do they
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say (Thug Life, baby!)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun
Hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blow job
Deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white
slab
And put 'em in a cab (Uh)
Now I ain't the type of brother to go out and pick a fight
But man, man I really, really, hate to hear stuff like
a principle
something I lived for
dying before my time
feel the shadows of depth
Trying to fulfill all my dreams before I reach my death
came to grips
the killer amazing like it's the playoffs
In the hood for real, these corners I never stay off
Satin black Camaro, the Challenger till the day off
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got home thinking (“my aspiration in life is to be a medical Doctor, it’s going to be difficult for me to go into business as a young lady now”) but she
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