Lyrics:
bottles 1942 how we celebrate
Ain't no rest in peace for the dead nigga we celebrate
7/4 that's a smurkish day you know we celebrate
They say location
is, bruh aye
You know me i went down
Seven years of my life
Of motherfuckers hating me for saying Beyoncé
Had the best video hey baby
Let’s rock
name and five letters in my first name
And five letters in my artist name as well as in my birthday
I see a five in my life while I watch the time fly by
or the crime Ima still shine
heavy on the street talk cut your life support short
never had no love for you so there is no love lost
strictly enforced
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
for ?
We got the whole thing (We got the whole thing)
Always acting like you care,you’re a freaking wolf in sheeps body
I ain’t here to play no games
talent here in the 6 don't underestimate
2021 yall gon know bout PCH
Got no patience, ain't a doc so I couldn't wait
Bitch it's eat or starve as you can
played on the radio
It's a no-brainer" Both
Songs are slow-burning, sensual
Ballads that seem slightly at odds with
Meek's traditionally louder, brasher
these years go by
Wasted
Oh, I don't wanna keep on wishing, missing
The still of the morning, the color of the night
I ain't spending no more time
Wasted
go through my head, then I wanna run then off them
I don't want no second opin's, so I'm asking her friend
"Just keep it lit so this don't happen
Black on black crime, no vest, another victim laided to rest
Life is reality, reality is life
Niggaz living trife, bitches living sheisty,
the gods
on this ice
We got models rollin' through later, damn I'm lovin' this life
We ain't dealin' with no problems! Deuce to all of you haters
Y'all ain't
of fucking mission
You can't handle this grind all your life, ain't no competition
Daylight daylight, overtime, no snoozing, nigga
Smoked a wood body flying
And I know yo ass ain't the one talkin'
Cuz I made you cum quicker then a Vine
7 seconds
You know I'm flexin'
Five-seven, fuck a Smith & Wesson
Over 800
hardcore hustling
I'm wrestling with words and ideas
My ears is picky, seeking what will transmit
The scribes can apply to transcript, yo
This ain't no
me my life
For the things he did, but I turn my pleasure into sin
Blazed out sheddin tattoed tears
Chorus
[Kadafi]
Shit.. ain't no unity in my
the same
This world is cold
Everybody I know be trying to take
My place up in this game
You won awards and not bringing no battles
The body would die by
and left at the door
Jealous of the space occupied in my mind
Gentrified by the crimes against my people and my time
Look, I'm here to break the cycle
Tired
The way you're treated is dependent on your race (That's true)
Channel 7 on the news spread lies
We innocent but our colour is the crime
Racial tension
A man ain't supposed to hold the weight of the world on his back,
No matter how black you are even honest has a breaking point get the point
Still a man,
Freed them they could wreck shit
I'd hate if they attack you
When you least expect it
So let me introduce you to
My seven evil Lexes
OHH! I'm no Manic
made my stash grow smaller
Your block ain't no harder, fake baller
Nigga it's like this
I been thuggin' just for the cause of it
Out to get all
made my stash grow smaller
Your block ain't no harder, fake baller
Nigga it's like this
I been thuggin' just for the cause of it
Out to get all
harsh life and hold tight
Drowning, caught up in a flood I've been looking for some love lately
As I look around there nobody ain't no man gone save me
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