Lyrics:
the rest of your life
I used to be quick to pull a trigger and kill a nigga
Snatch up a cutie, knock the boots and go diss her like a gold digger
Go
world by
Myself and butt naked)
Nigga it's time for the re-up
Since everybody wanna be us, then G up
Blaze the motherfuckin' weed up
Everywhere we go
like Sammy
I leave minds magnetized like slaves
Your style is old fashioned like waves
Holdin' a pistol at a pastor
Pullin' the trigger faster
Tell him I
said
Why would they give me a gun
I don’t know
And why would they want me to pull the trigger so
Why they give me gun we killin little kids
I need
posted with me I remember
I was all on that block it was me pulling triggers
They wasnt with it I remember it was me by my solo
My dolo I had to go get it
You wanna wash it away
(Ahhh) Can you get by on a smile?
(Oooh)
Acting like it won't get any better baby
Yeah but you know
It's just to trigger the mind
desire
In this music side by side
This heartbeat can't stop running
The rhythm takes us to its arms
See how the sparks are turning
The light awakened from
shit on my torso, it's right by my side Createin' drama, nigga would never expose Like a pimp, suppin' all you niggas with hoes Trans the phone, pussy
Baby girl, what do you want with a boy like me?
You don't waste time with nobodies
On my mama, why you come by me? Yeah
I said, baby girl, daddy's
that i'd meet
But in the end
In the end
In the end
In the end
I'm distracted by your red flags
Distracted by your red flags
I'm distracted
ass got tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonious pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonous pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
Cause I provide
A felling inside
In the back of my head
Like a song I still know
From so long ago
And I wouldn't change a thing
Like a car driving by
haze out the jar
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Getting blessed on the ?, it's a way to reflect
Hard work pays off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By
on me
My phone's tapped so I had to send word through my lil' homies
Tell them niggas this the year when they pull the trigger
Shit, this is what you
Deficiency Syndrome, tombstone
From the graveyard shift, RBL's Mister see
One love, to Rapping Ron and Plan B
Victims of the trigger
Po' out a little
on me
My phone's tapped so I had to send word through my lil' homies
Tell them niggas this the year when they pull the trigger
Shit, this is what you
the basket with plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular fuck peelin' caps
Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin' chased by the five O
We'll live off the street fame!
God didn't send me in the right direction
I'm gettin hit by a diesel in the intersection
I know you're out there help
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
Thugs
Shoulda know by now we niggas for life
Pullin triggers for life
Gettin figures for life
Nigga done dig and brought to the light
Like Jeffrey
pulls the trigger
Still it's bleeding over
Becoming one with the fraction
Victims of so called legal action
Apocalyptic executions
Brought on by
bitches 6 feet deep
My mental status destroyed
'Cause I was touched by the hands of tha sick
But I swear with a passion
I'm a put 6 shots in this
as I figure
Step up with that bullshit, I'm a greet you with this trigger
Blasting on you hoes and let you know how it feels
Bucking with the 5th ward
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