Lyrics:
quoting just another day, okay (Okay)
Nasty routine, keep quiet and get paid so no one intervenes
Watch my six, I might join a gang
What choice do I have,
the streets without being stopped by police
Can I just breathe?
I wanna be me
I wanna be free
Can I just
Can I just breathe?
I just want space to be me
I wanna
give it a try
We spent the rest of that day and most of that night
Trying to find my brother, Bill
Caught up with him, 'bout six o'clock the next
give it a try
We spent the rest of that day and most of that night
Trying to find my brother, Bill
Caught up with him, 'bout six o'clock the next
blessed to have met and developed a relationship with my two sisters, brother, and a couple of cousins when I was in my 40s. The relationship continues
a lick like they caught them a pick six
They keep a .44 on them like Obama
And they call those "hit sticks"
But I still remember the days when we were all
Enjoyment Geez. Yah
$toneship
Lemme fuck you six ways from Sunday
You know I'm loyal to that coochie
Shawty, come be my mon cherie all day
You know
here now, They sayin’ that I am the one
I came to leave me a legacy... I ain’t here to have fun
The day that I’m carried by six in a casket that’s when
writes on her arm wants to give up her life
Each day she goes on is a day that she's brave
Fighting the lie that giving up is the way
Each moment
overflows to a knife
She writes on her arm wants to give up her life
Each day she goes on is a day that she's brave
Fighting the lie that giving up is
they'd start a war
to exploit some brother's mother
Then there's the pyramid, that stands by itself
created by Black people's knowledge and wealth
and over
you who they are, believe them."
6) "You can never be great at anything unless you love it."
7) "You may not control all the events that happen
and chiefing reefer for two days
Running from the law, living how I'm living, fuck 'em all
Bumping Triple Six
Hennessy in my cup, driving through the sticks
Who
inside of her house
The day after Christmas when shots rang out
A bullet travelled inside of her home and slaughtered her
No charges were filed against
fly; I love my people do or die
But I wonder why, we scared to let each other fly
June 1-6, '7-1, the day
mama pushed me out her womb, told me, "Nigga
on a mission, I got a job to complete
They take one of mine, I put six of theirs into sleep
So I live by the gat and that's my toy
And out on the streets, I'm
thing
It's a Crip thing
It's a Crip thing
Before I spend my life in jail, I'll rather die and burn in hell
Carried by six before I'm judged by 12
AXL
Look
I'm feelin' like Adriano in Pro 6
I got the Off-White logo on both kicks
Already gone by the time that I post pics
Trap money, rap
became a new way to get paid
They said "Rhymin' on the mic is the number one"
Then a brother get the feeling that he want to play cool
You
Mrs. Jones' perm
I gotta "Hey, love" all the honies 'cause they're short term
Tallyin' the score I'm for the shottie in the jacket
For the brother
There go Quando at the door, yeah
And, I swear, and I swear
By the corner store, that's the murder squad (yeah, yeah)
That's that third eye
I
And justice will prevail, and that'll be the end of the story
Of the Valentine's Day killer's miserable life
So I asked Kevin by email, "By the way
How are
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
the fire thin
Why'all want to riot?
It's like a rifle without the firing pin
In the hire wiring in to all my men's
Who retired from the Spiring Inns
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