Lyrics:
to crawl up out the crib, crib
Acid in the fridge, shit, Avianne be wildin'
My diamonds hit like, stay fly-y-y-y-y-y
That triple 6-6-6, figures, big chips
[ VERSE 1 ]
Hittin corners in a six-trey Chevrolet
Rag-top Impalla, top dollar
Got my cousin Laid-Back ridin shotgun
Cause I got the front-and-back
or a shirt on my back.
I took care of him and as I had a thousand dinars to spare,
I gave them to him and he reopened his shop.
One day my brothers began
Cause these are the days of wild - hit me!
[Repeat: 2X]
(Hold onto your wits!)
Pop guns and weed?
Brother please!
We're to wise for now,
you're not your car
And no matter how big your bank account is
Your grave is six feet under just like everyone else's
So enjoy the days you have
Worry
an expose
So how could you ever bad me? I had
My brothers and I never had me
How could you ever bad me?
If I made 6 bills I gave my right hand 3
And told my
situation
I wrote this on a day of wisdom power
All bein' born to myself (God)
I won't diss the next brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just
they into stealth
Put him 6 feet if he come for my health
Keep asking questions, you act like the feds
I stand by the word man, I said what I said
I'm
six shotgun shells, all he heard was fuckin whistles
Fuckin up your tissue, pack your pistol and riot pumps
This motherfucker thumps, so none of my
to the highest degree
By the people claimin' that they love us
Steppin' to me then you'll see what the riot could be
There you go, from biggin' you up then
Hip hop died, it's full of guys who cannot even rap (facts)
Media dividing us by colors, white or black (facts)
If you believe in Jesus, these days
Okay
Chuggin, chuggin, chuggin got my brothers at my mama house
Callin, callin, callin Kenny he gon' bring the choppa out
All my dogs stay in
the law
We breaking those
Today and tomorrow like the day before
All I ever had was my balls and my word
Don't know what I display I welcome you to come
I was 12 years old
Just 12 years old
12 years old, on my way to Little League practice
And every day a man stand by the road with a brown bag wavin'
situation
I wrote this on a day of wisdom power
All bein' born to myself (God)
I won't diss the next brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just
The stuff they doing for attention is gettin' ridiculous
Thirteen like Harden I'm swishin'
Two three girlfriends and six mistresses
Look like Liu Kang how
No caminho Day by Day
Não corro atrás de ninguém
Vou atrás da minha sombra
Aprendi tudo o que sei
Não sou melhor que ninguém
Pai vou te tirar da
Brother, I know how you feel
I can see you're blinded by the sadness of it all
But look a little closer, everything will be revealed
Look a little closer,
that film that you'd never seen
Friction not fiction, a documentary
Riots in the streets, as history repeats
We'd talk to one end of a day from
Just got off the prison phone with my brother
Threw some money on his books, he need cover
He said two cells down somebody got baked
I don't know how
mothers
And black mothers need sons
Not children that's been killed by guns
It's, just another form of slavery, a modern day lynchin'
The others get
do the nasty shit off liquor
Fuck water 'cause my blood real thicker
GoonRich was my muhfuckin' nigga, my brother
He wasn't born nigga by the same
gone, three, four for a piece
My brother hit a lick for five, six keys
Now he got the same AP as me (yeah)
My brother got the same AP as me
I'm
down my sleeve people yeah people fall apart with nothing to believe
One day start the riot
Six of one half a dozen of the other twelve by two it's
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