Lyrics:
shine
Gravity defy, the perfect life, never coming by
I ain't scared to die, but fear this life, could simply pass me by
My scope it aims for different,
wishes
Man they got to come true, so put respect on the grind
Left pride by my side just watching me the shine
I diminished all the factors that were
And pump niggas out for the practice
The shit starter, the shit finisher
I don't know what's harder
When they release ya or when they sentence ya
on
Virtually I'm beating niggas all day long
Strap by my side in the park ain't wrong
I'm just grinding for my fam and my kids even though they ain't born.
I
Elevated ya we up in the air
Bye for now but I text her as soon as I land
I see you in the rearview speeding by passing
They stealing my flows, my jokes, you
a lot to me
My granny an her sisters they make the family tree so its only fam
When it come to me my momma raised g lil cousin big cousin
Looking up
they spit chrome
Where most kids never get to live long
They get pissed off, get pissed on
Pistol whipped and stripped, homie
Left for a minute
they spit chrome
Where most kids never get to live long
They get pissed off, get pissed on
Pistol whipped and stripped, homie
Left for a minute
the bread, then get going
From the land of the lead where they spit chrome
Where most kids never get to live long
They get pissed off, get pissed on
Pistol
I think she tryna fuck em from me
They want My swag
They want My sound
They want My bag
They want My count
Let's come with that shit, let's put that
Mr. Lecrae my momma sold me up the river for some rocks
And daddy told me I was nothing but a problem
Now here you come telling me I'm a low down dirty
'em mop
I hear 'em talkin', gawkin' when they see me walkin' to my
1979, 1979 (box)
I see you stalkin', hawkin' with your coffin over my
1979,
my bands
From morning to night Bitch I'm gettin it in
They heard I was up trynna come by my friend
I really came up yeah I'm making it happen
Buss down
to go out
Even take their boys with `em cause they know their boys will go out
But when it comes to facing some time
They`re like crying like weeping,
Ain't no rehabilitation when the prison is private
Why are their first class elitist schools for them they deprived?
While they parents pay for test
true
Who resemble boss
Me I got a million here million there
Looking for some pretty young girl with some long hair
From the ghetto me I don't care cus
lost in the jungle
They starvin' hope they don't hunt you
Uh, Jim Starr in my triple goose
(Back you up off me, nigga)
When the weather change
on
And on the ave get my part-time slang on
Doing time for me was no joke though
They knew I was crazy
So they labelled me Loco
Khakis creased, golf hat, feelin
around
Baby let me blow a hundred on you, oh
Every time we come around, ah
Put your hand up, down
Every time we come around
They think I'ma gun 'em down
you walk, you talk
The way you leave your mark, just can't break you from my thoughts
Walkin' through Ramona Park like they wasn't tryna shoot me up
you and life that you tark bout truly wheres it gone cus your stuck now
I could lend you hand cah they taught me how we gotta fight for each other for
YOU NEED TO TAKE ACCOUNTABILITY FOR THINGS THAT YOU’VE DONE
WE CAN’T KEEP MAKING EXCUSES, I CAME WHERE YOU COME FROM
IF I CAN MAKE IT, YOU CAN MAKE IT,
as in times
of eighty-nine they envision me
Warm days and the cold beer chemistry
Eventually broken up by responsibilities and such
Sometimes this era
my face
And them fake niggas hate, so I started different ways
And even when I'm dead and gone
My legacy'll live on
Tatoo me on your arm and tell
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