Lyrics:
a road before I die and when I go
Wanna hurt and blow 21 the year bad for me so
I want to fly by this sick ass
And remove from the struggles that I kept
even if I don't perform this
By 19, I was supposed to BE the forbes list
I'm a sex addict
Me and my kinfolk
Try to refrain
I ain't tryna turn
as I'm countin' my doe
Grand puba macks well, doogie, comin' with the new york
We keep it real like jail when we might talk
Honies know 'cause when I'm
as I'm countin' my doe
Grand puba macks well, doogie, comin' with the new york
We keep it real like jail when we might talk
Honies know 'cause when I'm
as I'm countin' my doe
Grand puba macks well, doogie, comin' with the new york
We keep it real like jail when we might talk
Honies know 'cause when I'm
in raw
And talking shit in others ears
Come to find out
It's been going on for years
I was too blind to see
All the bullshit you smear
Negative energy
was willing
Ya He wiped all my sins I was spilling
Ya Demon said wassup nah I'm chilling
Ya Beefing with my flesh gotta kill it
Ya Demons in my house
I wanted to buy my mama a benz
My boo boo a jag
Guess that faded dream done ruined me bad
Look
See I was playing it modest
What's criticism when I
me dead or locked in the cell
So I'm here to kill you all before I die in this hell
See I was raised by love I know my mama taught me better
Sometimes
you can't catch
Your brain ain't your main flex, G Regardless I been fire
My Lyrics are loud neighbors; It's hard to forget when you live by them
Got my
Grand-daddy always said when he was 17
He met the girl, the one in all his dreams
And man that was it was it he never once looked back
He found
like a gamma
All I'm sayin is
walking round wit a mind like mine
Nuff creativity for 9 lifetimes
Got a higher energy when I write ryhmes,
Got a higher
York
You heard me
Balling out control
No Stephen Curry
Yes I'm in hurry
But please don't worry
No days off
Every day we was working
All my life
We
his boy-hood ambition by becoming coroner.
moderate laughter
The rest of you can look it up when you get home. in addition to writing he indulged in
True hustlers everyday get cash
True hustlers like to spend it, love to get that back
True hustlers so busy never text back
Calling shots, true
And wicked niggas we don't need no shootouts
Part of me, I'm part of poverty
The streets father me love
Hesitate to tell the truth cause
Only part of me was
Yea, you already know,
When I walk the fuck by
You can't act like I ain't the fliest thing you ever
seen in your whole muthafuckin entire sorry ass
love it when you actually
Just let me be just wait and see
I'm raising hell so don't expect apologies
When your favorite rapper rests in peace
Consider
cost
It was always Sweet revenge if I ever lost
Masterpieces this my spiritual renaissance
This game I love a drug n leathel like fentanyl
Respect
Mom introduced biggie, It started with Snoop
Back when my situation was shit and Q had the juice
Alledgedly, my cousin was murdered by niggas in blue
decease well then, please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me
God bless you workin' on a plan to heaven
Follow the Lord all
(Chucky Chuck)
Every day
You die once, but you live your life everyday
Do what you like, love it, never waste your time away
It's a blessing when
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
ahead like I had it planned out
He got lined by his shorty that's a man down
Always cautious cause the ones you love will make you walk wit ya head down
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