Lyrics:
back (Aw haw)
I might gaw let it rip (Ouu)
This the life that we live
Young nigga in the 6ix
Drop sleep round 2
Back up by 6 (Yuh)
I gotta get it by any
a meganfox (No)
OK how about star in a Megan Fox film
By 21st Century Fox (Definitely no)
Guess that'll have to be
Another Year
(More of a VVarner Bros. guy
I'm livin
By the gun bullets spittle
AK 40 pumpin bullets like a sickle
I'm just a head crown
Hold da jeans all white kicks
Watch 30 grand, like I slang
of the gun
A mother shot while driving
In the back by her baby son
Peyton Benson eating breakfast
A drive by spilled her innocent blood
Trayvon Martin walking
"You know we got em
Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery
We got those grenades on your ass, nigga
Boss, Black Wall Street
I'm in that
"You know we got em
Forty fives, machine guns, heavy artillery
We got those grenades on your ass, nigga
Boss, Black Wall Street
I'm in that
1, 2...1, 2, 3, 4, Ow!
People moving out, people moving in.
Why, because of the color of their skin.
Run, run, run but you sure can't hide.
(hyeah)
Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (bitch)
Money flip Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy (yeah)
Goddamn three guns in the party (blih)
Goddamn five guns in the party
way[00:25.41](Scetti)[00:26.21]From where them guns get the clapping[00:28.42]Niggas is trapping tryna make it out rapping[00:31.17]Never know it can happen[00:32.88]Can't get caught
to leave you
But I know I showed you
Just how much I love you
Keep walking to me
Born in 75 raised in the 80’s
Raised by a lady named Mercedes (Mercy)
Me
Okay, okay
Yeah
And we live tonight
Check it, now
I seen pain, I felt the losses
Attended funerals and seen coffins
21 years old, an angel
slum, bum, son of a gun (what?)
And, uh, how much your worth? I think negative Don (this the remix)
Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to? (Yeah)
Who you
slum, bum, son of a gun (what?)
And, uh, how much your worth? I think negative Don (this the remix)
Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to? (Yeah)
Who you
into the machine
"This is a dangerous place, He held a gun against my head, I wouldn't like to live here"
And immediately got set on by a street gang
geekin on sum street shit with my gun
Arguing and leaving too much she must ain’t the one
Now she got me seeing too much
Blinded by her love
And she stayed
I just need a bad bitch
Ion really need no label
I'm 21 live Savage
So it ain't no place I can't go
And I ball like Magic
But she balling out like
with me
Hell, just ride with me write how I go
Walk this lonely road the gun is by my side
Running up on me would be suicide
shooting and laughing
My ratchet blast on top of you bastards
Committing sins in Cincinnati
We'll drive by in all black caddy's
A 21 gun salute
Your
side LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it see known,
can’t leave the game like I’m Vince and I love the rush
You was living out yo momma house when you was 21
I was renting out these bitches houses tryna
I was broke I hadda get by
Know my haters had a field day
But on my clavicle some new ice
They walking by and need a replay
She used to hate me now
and trying to move that hard
Roll with a shooting squad
How could I not succumb? How could I not partake?
15 I got a gun, 16 I robbed a train
Licked off
niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get it, but nigga I'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga don't try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me dogs dem gun barkin', yeah
Yeah, me dun talkin'
Yeah, me
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