Lyrics:
You walking me down the boulevard
A bag in your hand
Silver line on an old black clush
Slim fingers grasp a cigarette
Deep breath
Old manners with
and shit yea
Yeah turning 21 I graduate I'm making strides
Walking on that stage not my dream but it was for mom's
Should've died at 21 but damn went against
bitch you got the wrong
Homie took a quarter out a ounce and made it 21
I was sipping wine in Italy when I turned 21
Thinking I'm-a fall off, that'll
And I walked in the bitch, with a rock on my hand
And I walked out this bitch, with a thot on my hand
You ain't walking outta shit, you get SHOT for
back
She don't know what I been doing, I been on my new shit
Told me she won't see me, I told her to get a new dick
Yeah, she's 21, she can drink it,
could say was where were you
Know some boys on the news they ain't even hit 21
Shit I can't even blame em we ain't got no guidance
My Ma prolly be worried
to the choir
Cuz I love it when they gat sings
Mama told me spread my wings
But I ain't know she gave me bat wings
I'm a son of a gun
A walking dead man that's
young
A flash of anger then the damage is done
Oh can you hear me Ho Ah
Or am I walking the dog
I can see all them young guns
Like the words to a song
Everybody know that I'm gettin' it
Spatula money, I'm flipping it (flip)
Big guns all through the city
Bring the whips out for the Super Bowl (skrrt)
500
before I die know im making These moves
Was blinded by darkness and meeting my demons
Life getting harder the more I Believed it
Exploring my soul but I
daddy (sponsor)
It can be a fucking homicide, it can even be a suicide
I'ma kill a nigga by a gun, or even by a fucking knife
Nikiwa show man I'm killin'
see the paramedics, news cameras, police choppers
Man down, but they don't know who shot 'em
It's lookin' like The Walking Dead, zombies
Everyday
Spent my eves on St. Laurent,
Cause I’m the St. Laurent don like 21 homie,
And I’ma get money till the Federali’s come for me,
Never been
Dear Ma
This a letter from your troubled son
I been walking a path
In the valley of the shadow of the sun
I been getting chased
My leisurely walk
And I'll be loving you forever
(You're all that I need to get by)
I used to play hard to get, like a sample on a hook
We used to play with the pots, you
broski yeah spin a gun, OG
After the chase from gun feds, imagine they caught me
Tell me if you seen a parade in your city, had the whole borough
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
of the system to depopulate
One by one we drop like flys
Johnny's got his gun today
Shoot first question later thats the policy
You swear he's got a gun but
Out of range, never running out of game
Lotta chains, came with a lot of pain
Not a day goes by I ain't got a jay
Spending change, where that
Born into the ghetto, 1991
Just a happy child playin' beneath the summer sun
A vacant lot's his playground
By 12 he's got a gun
The odds are bet
That F N 5 7 drop 21 on 'em no savage
I ain't not doing no rapping
That 2500 my sneakers three
Thousand my jacket
Niggas be thinking that I'm into
from my tears
As the water had start to flood on my eyes
I know it gotta be hard being 21
Doing time in the pen and your Gram's old
Your brother's
Stan, 21 years old after meeting a
Young girl at a rave party
Things start getting hot and heavy in
An upstairs bedroom once again
His conscience comes
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