Lyrics:
we livin' like soldiers
We lovin' that thugsta shit so nigga just throw your pumps in the air
Then you pump pump put one in a coppa like ya just
nigga
Thought you thought, nigga
In a motherfuckin' V.H.S, uh motherfuckin' cannister (in a what?)
Nigga, yeah ayy, I promise you, nigga, this game
daddy just leave her?
Like abracadabra when that magician pull on the lever
Oh my
So what now?
What advice can you give me?
What advice can I give
And try make the feds flash
Try to swipe my bread stash
(That's that bullshit I'm gon skip and try to go get the money grip)
Okay, you niggaz kill me in
you love and what you believe you feel me
Stay Strong
Always have God first you feel me
Cause that's the realist way to be
Stay Strong
Know you
you'll get so confused
cs soon as you presume to do this.
How can we expect to act true, if your moves consumed by moodswings?
So let's accept the fact
Hommie what you think
By any means, but you know I gotta make my cash last
In case I get popped, gotta keep my hidden stash
By any means, bein' broke is
to make a way
Right fist up is the way
Stand together is the way
Side by side we are strong
Violence is not right, it's so wrong
When you cause your own
another dose of human meat
Outlive the creek, and black market death by the scene
As that nigga that nigga that nine millimeter punch you in yo spleen
another dose of human meat
I live to creep, and black market death by the scene
As that nigga that nigga that nine millimeter punch you in yo spleen
Player hatin' ass motherfuckers man fuck that
Man put that shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no motherfuckin' weed in court
(Man fuck
you, but I might keep you
What do I gotta prove?
Like a ghost, I float
That's my style, Bre-Z step out no-
Problem, I got 'em, they go wild
Still
to who?
By the way homie what's gangsta to you?
(Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick)
I got that
How can C-Bo be wrong?
How can
peace, cause they chasin me down
And facin me now, what do I do?
These thangs that a Thug goes through
And still I rise so keep ya head up, and make ya
peace, cause they chasin me down
And facin me now, what do I do?
These thangs that a Thug goes through
And still I rise so keep ya head up, and make ya
fuckin' fingers
I say that's the bad guy
What, I make you good
You're not good
You just know how to hide
I lie
Me, I don't have that part
Me, I always
think I'm gonna stop
LYNCH ME
If you wanna see me hang it up
CRUSH ME
Because I'm never giving up
END ME
Cause’ I can never get enough
[Santino
we livin' like soldiers
We lovin' that thugsta shit so nigga just throw your pumps in the air
Then you pump pump put one in a coppa like ya just
the door please, that doesn't look like a vape sir)
What's that smell in the air, gimme that aroma
Puttin' y'all to sleep with my shitty verses like you
Okay, now that were here, I can finally tell you guys,
What I brought you here for
So, but first of all, cheers to Strange, toast, glass's up
This ones for the fallin' who don't get to live
For the legacy you built that you couldn't give
All the drive to survive, couldn't make it out alive
is what you make it Mama struggled, yet we made it
From a time where preservation valued over being famous
Get that woman cookie cause you deserve it
over colors
Still we dont want the white mans hands on our brothers
Know that we rebelloius dont belive in what they tell us
Prophecy revealing and you
the memories of past relationships
I keep going on but I can't make sense of this
Moonlit streets, why do you love me so?
What can I do for you when my mind
_(cropped).jpg/226px-Claire_Lynch_(30361323857)_(cropped).jpg "Claire Lynch")
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