Lyrics:
Absorbing the absent minded youth
It's a fast world in a fast lane
Live by the minute not by the day
Stick out your arm for another fix
As we tip our hats
think imma fall off keep waiting cause aint No chance homes
If I say it that's law let it come out my mouth guaranteed I stand on
Mane I'm too klean no I
made this way can't change my wrongs
I'm getting money collecting my fees
X on my back, that's by any means
Rich out the system as long as I'm free
It's
it tub the clean
This is maybe you what I'm having for dinner
Thank you for blessing me with your presence
One liner
We out again
Having dinner
By faith I believe it
When I can't see it
Bass beating
Straight heating
God quench my thirst and I stay eating
I don't do drugs but on Jesus boy I stay
driver...
Like the undertaker certified by the dmv...
Mob scene mob scene all u rappers whack...
The type to rip a condom rapper just to whack it...
I'm wacky
kill for, can count on my right hand
Beef handled like blades in knife factories
Cut coke, cut bum niggas like nutso
This ain't a movie clip
It's
I don't play
Shit real nigga
This cut throat gotta play it raw
Gettin' killed ain't no thang in the N.O.
Some people live some people get
understand me
You understand me
It's like this all day
You understand me
Pushing down the block watching for the cops
Checking these traps looking for
a steppa in my jeans
Living lavish in a trap house and the maids was just a fien
If I ever bring that strap out it’s gone turn into a scene
Put ya in
Nigga don't talk when I'm talking
Not tryna marry I'm too busy poppin
This gun giving heat like uh' motherfuckin rocket
Live by the corner, these
say I ain't shit so bitch how did you fall for me
I hit it once now this bitch say she all for me
Go live and I rip her like why this bitch calling me
Kodak, yo Dilon!
From dem try run up 'pon dis
Everything race out sonic,
Ak wit di drum pon it
Nyam' boy food maggi
My G's never once panic,
Di 40 keep mi
somethin' down, we got another one mixed
And, I got ten jibs to find out where another one lives
And, we're comin' equipped, but we ain't burglin', it's one
I beg to differ
We pray every night, we pray every night to make it out of these struggles
We pray all the time to make it out of this hell that we
[Mr. Serv-On]
Fuck this shit man
I'm tired of being broke
Fuck this, I ain't never had a damn thing ya know what I'm sayin?
It's time I let my
And crack its shell in 2
Aint nothing
Gonna break this Light
You hear me
You hear me
I went from snatching
And trapping, and rapping
To snappin
And stacking
dumb nigga
How I'm better than you niggas and I do this shit for fun nigga
Nigga tweak with twin it ain't no talking we just slump niggas
Momma say I'm
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
sniffling
I can't match yo pack if it ain't gas, this Ninety Three supreme
I get on a track and get to spazzing Ninety Three degrees
My life action packed I
at night that my brother don't hate on me
Cause in this life a lot of people envy me, won't let it get to me
I ever fall, I'm gettin' up, like what my enemy
holes covered where we stay at
And everybody's playing for keeps, most people pray that
We all make it up out this godforsaken place that we've been all
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