Lyrics:
the crank
Catch our dinner from the river bank
City life's a poison pill
Take me down where the wind is still
Take your time, baby, don't take long
bottle
Been getting too high
Been lost inside the bottle
Been crying out for help
But it's been suppressed by the rain
.40 got a suppressor
When I raise it
Bet You On The Mic These Rappers Freeze Up Like Siberia,
How Many More Bars Shall I Spit Before You Start Believing,
That Im So Cold Ice Cube 40 Below
started with tears on your pillow crying deep inside life is a highway as cars pass on by turn up the radio for that same old tune because it happened so
a joint from a pool tape
Down by law
I'm still reppin' the squad
Them summer nights was classic
We made heaven around a helluva time
To think about it
For
Been thru cold summers
cnd even colder winters
Reminiscing
I'm a overthinker
But I'm still here
So I know one day
Ill be a winner
God forgive me
I
To turn my spirit into shattered glass
Matter of fact, it’s only by God’s grace that i haven’t snapped
Not playing Ne-Yo, definitely no Dwele
I rather bump
I met her the summer before, on the Fourth of July, outside the café store
She was feeding six packs into the back of an Isuzu
I drove by four times
How the hell I catch a cold in the summer
Not the type to quit legit let's keep on going I ain't no punter
How you think I built this shit I'm
made that crack muafucka don't be belittled
Game made by the government you know they loving it
Go to jail make bail money can't get enough of it
Slimey
she watch strong,
crt of seduction I got pvkvsv's brush,
With a stroke on the canvas I could unlock her lust,
She can tell I ain't average just by my
Blind
And don't see
Our Ancestors jumped off in
That sea
Cause Being Enslaved
Ain't a life to Lead
The summers 4 sail
Brother Follow my lead
To The Great
nigga, Sane
Shout out GFC: God, Family, Culture
Three words to live by
Shout out my brother, Nakim
Shout out the quad shout out Calendar
Shout out 40 Oz
surety
He can't even dip out to see me in an emergency
My life is set around competition and currency
Take the summer off, 'cause they tell me I need
he put on forty-two and a half tabs of brown acid that he still had from his Woodstock days. Sprickled a little paote on her tongue just for good
They crushed him snuffed the life all out of his body
He had friends a Benz with rims by Gotti
Guys wanted to beat him, girls wanted to greet him
They crushed him, snuffed the life all out of his body
He had friends, a Benz with rims by Gotti
Guys wanted to beat him, girls wanted to greet him
know we'd have good babies
I can tell she country by the way she speak
Tell by her ride that she real neat
Sucker for love so I call her sweet
I like
one two many
Is still a decent number for the breeding of a beast
With no release, she keeps and teaches no remorse
More resembling of a thief than
life since then
But I still don't know
What the hell that was
Cause the night that we met
I wasn't looking for love
I was looking for fun
Some stupid
I'm eating frozen pizza
Outside the shop
It hasn't been so easy
Since I dropped out of school
My computer is broken
But I'm still hot
I can see you
sunkist I'm on mix
Wock and red
This a Glock 40 on me but it's a .9 in the head
It shoot both of 'em
I be havin' modified guns
Transform somethin',
trust
Holy Spirit praying by my side, that's a must
Jesus promised everlasting life, that's a plus
of potention shit
you know they hurtin in my section
yet a hustle gets depressing laws on the streets holla at the chief
and still can't get a blessing
they
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