Lyrics:
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
down niggas in broad day if the pays nice
Clips is clappin trigger trippin niggas sippin in here liftin smith n wessons nigga listen
Or we'll leave yo
With that dirty Smith & Wesson swear, This bitch gon' feel your guts
Better watch yo' fuckin' friend, Cause them lil' boys gon' set you up
JROD slide in
They liars, at the end of the day, we're fuckin' survivors
I remember watchin' Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by
would say
I grew up in America, in a ruthless neighborhood where we were not protected by police, uh
We grew up in ruthless environments, we grew up
css and pu**y all I see proper preparation prevents piss poor performance
Wind your neck in (stop being cocky/a bully)I'll still pull out
couldn't do nothing right
Seem like bad luck was me
And I was raised so illegal
The baddest nigga in the neighborhood
Talkin' back to Denesha
At my house it
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
get high
Tryna serve in my lane, lil' nigga, I won't let 'em get by (I won't let 'em get by)
Say you runnin' the game, lil' nigga, you don't tote
think maybe a ol' ten piece hook me up muthafucka
I know you got that shit
Yeah mothafuckin' Dope Fiend Willie in the house,
Don't give a fuck about
smash name hard to pronounce
But it's crazy how she seem to fit it all in her mouth
If I get the pack delivered then it's all in her house
cnd if you
On the set they ran up in my momma house wit a tec
Asking her where them chains step dad had on his neck
Youll be surprised what these niggas wil do for
Got one in the chamber find me in a war zone
Running from strangers next to my outlaw
One day at a time
Staying alive
Let me talk my shit let me talk
prayed over Micah what seemed like a million times, you know
And all of a sudden this stranger, but brother in Christ calls Micah on the phone
In
got a feelin' I might have lit the very fuse
That you were tryin' not to light
You were a stranger in my phonebook I was actin' like I knew
'Cause I
of the young and broke and bold
Nowadays I'm mostly motivated by gold (cha-ching)
So I'm only getting painted if I'm paid in tenfold
You call me a sellout I
the paint
Go hard in the paint
Go hard in the paint
Livin that Cal fresh style
I was food stampin
No Golden Corral
Lost our grandmas house
Had to figure
right then got out and hurried in
My mind not on the cold hard facts of life
A stranger stood there laughing by the counter
He said, "I'll take two
right then got out and hurried in
My mind not on the cold hard facts of life
A stranger stood there laughing by the counter
He said, "I'll take two
Well I pick up my guitar
(To look)
I look in the mirror
It's like a stranger in my hand
(Baby is cryin')
There comes a time when a boy must
sirens go by my house
Gets under my skin
Welcome to the side of the town that I reside in
Want to hear a story about my little town?
Then: addicts,
sirens go by my house
Gets under my skin
Welcome to the side of the town that I reside in
Want to hear a story about my little town?
Then: addicts,
hate house what an empty home
I just wanna find a place where I belong
With the satellites up in the sky way up in the sky
The satellites passing me by
Yeah baby
Turn me up Eargawd
Big Wolf
Sippin' right
Smith and Wesson by my side
Yeah she's my main bitch never let her out my sight
I hear they hate
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