Lyrics:
of duckin' the Feds, but it's a struggle to make it
So this is your day homey, now it's time to shine
If a player's only trickin', you can wine and dine
Stress
Niggas, fucking with the wrong nigga
My seductive introduction be specific, still elusive
But exclusive's what I give you when I kick it, and I'm
Niggas, fucking with the wrong nigga
My seductive introduction be specific, still elusive
But exclusive's what I give you when I kick it, and I'm
lyin' when you say it's the truth
I see a lion in the mirror every time that I look
So take a journey through my mind and find it's leavin' you shook
mine on me wherever I was at
Heard some niggas had some money on my hat
(Live by it you die by it)
Uh, 223.'S, K's, and Mac's
You send a shooter here
all out war (Uh huh)
Who got next? (Unlawful)
Don't matter bullet holes through yo black vest
When we attack with gats it's black mac eleven's
Forty
goes tick
Time moves like lickety split
It never last when it's short cash
When the pay up
Keep moral and team up
We move on the things we dream up
Spark
breath stinkin' in my jaws
Ring, ring, ring, quiet, y'all, incomin' call
Plus this my homie from high school, he gettin' by
It's time to bury another
their lessons
But when you call its time to make it up to heaven
Lord knows nothing is certain
I'm still finding my purpose
Might make mistakes but m
couldn't count all the parks I raided
I hold a Mac-11, and attack the Reverand
I contact eleven L's, and max in heaven
One time for your mind, one time
get him, we whacked his cousin
These niggas be stealin' my slang
They claimin' they Sal when they not
Stupid bitch runnin' her mouth until I fill it
by my lonely, friendless
I cut 'em off like, say less
No time for faking, realness
You had me mistaken, big left
You can not, will not play me
Seen it
and hollerin hos cryin when they saw you pull it
Patriots? down for I send mac11 bullet SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH meet my big
Mac11 CHOURS- big mac11 mothafucka you
I don't know what happens
When you die
I'm just trying to
Get it while alive
Heaven won't you let me in
I have gambled everything
I can tell you how
Before I run out of time
I believe in miracles
The spiritual things we hold
I believe in vanity
Like [?] like when we breathe, oh oh
Waiting
attention, please just stay away!
Feel like I'm Dirk in the fourth, cuz when this shit over man I'm just gon' fadeaway...
We gon make it when we 20!
Imma whip
Get your Bibles, go to Genesis
Get it, we eat from the tree of knowledge
So when my physical eyes are closed
I can dwell in the realm where the goddess
on Earth as it is in Heaven
But Jesus stay reppin'
And we got beasts up in my section
I was raised by some thugs, got rich off the D
80 grams took my
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
Spalding
Trick, it's the infamous Macs from the I
Hit the switch, in the Lac, and go from low-to-high
Drive by, yeah G loves swamp rat and thug dumpin
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
is He who has created the heavens and the earth in six days, when His throne was on the water
That He might test you, which of you is the best in deeds
Chop it up
Flexin' with the kung fu
Listen up to di wiseman
Burn a spliff to big chunes he is my friend
Up on di moon is where I'm zen
Big time love
or dramatic
I'll choose dramatic every time
But it's actually a religious right in the United States to be that way
It's a religious right in the United States
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