Lyrics:
a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in
(Complete, look)
Forty K for the Rollie with the leather band, no time to parlay
Life is too short, we came a long way
From pissy hallways to court-side
self
If loyalty be cold then my .40 below the belt
It's lonely when you rich, but it's boring when you get help
That's why I run my race and they slow
Still runnin wit my pop's old advice, finish shit if you started it
So we live life on the edge now
And shots hurt so a 40 under my shirt until I'm dead
again[01:28.80]Uh[01:29.25]Uh[01:29.70]Uh[01:31.14]We gon turn it up until the summer end[01:35.39]I'm still missing a friend of mine[01:37.17]We grew up by hills side[01:39.00]Used to go out to get
[Chorus]
From the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah's blood
I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
Wake up, thank god for my pay stub
Collect my peso
Only thing on my mental, making instrumentals
40 oz's by the case loads
Got to know I love ganja,
down
Don't wanna know the rest
It's a mass effect
Sunsets and cigarettes
The summers never over
I can say it if I try
Everything will be alright
By
a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in
why I hold the past for
Overtime, can't rewind, flying towards that fast forward
Life's moving quick so I'm learning from this crash course
Speeding by
brought the forty autie matie chrome
For all the chatty-chatty y'all been doing
While y'all was running your mouth
Complaining about Summer Jam
I was in
Sicker than drake n travey mode
Don't call me daddy hoe
Go and get a caddy hoe
And still LAC what I got below
Is it really truth
Or just the facts you
I can't have it
Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless
Jake is still out, let's make it real and still make them niggas famous
Dip behind trees in
Bitch, this the finest grape, life is great
If they kick down the door
Hit the fire escape, wait
You done heard dope before
But this that new batch
With
of life, living in this concrete shell
Another day another number, a cold summer
Niggas acting up but it's about to get dumber
Gang bang tend to slang bloody
at a screen, put together resumes
In my life, things are outdated, I need to renovate
But shoutout to my fans, y'all give me life, just by pressing play
I'm
I wanted the gold, and I got it --
Came out with a fortune last fall, --
Yet somehow life's not what I thought it,
And somehow the gold isn't all.
Valentino summers and wave runners
Chains on my niggas like slave runners
Drug dealers anonymous
How many Madonnas can that Mazda fit?
My brick
I'm living half my life below
Like fuck would be the point of starting now
I don't know
I wish I could be like you, I want in to your fantasy
I don't
nothing
Then I just be frontin', buggin'
All my homies and my family
I put that on mother vein
Play by the summers it's goin' to be insanity
It ain't easy,
right across the street from Michigan
Shopping spree pay, I'm 'bout to come and scoop Christian
I'm 'bout to have a reppin' summer set trippin '
Still
back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body
the cockroach yeah (alright, not bad)
One year
Twenty years
Forty years
Fifty years
Down the road in your life
You'll look in the mirror
And say, "My
buy the beat
No Yeah
Yeah Still I'm
Look
Smoking by my lonely lonely
Ak forty seven for the hate
I'm counting Yoshi
Talking to my nigga for the pain
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