Lyrics:
ain't for kids
The way I'm living my life, N4k, this shit ain't for kids
Big credit alert, N4k, this shit ain't for kids
My shooters taking no drugs, N4k,
know if you know this
Or if you've noticed, but your nose is
Bogus, bro, and it's mostly looking like it's part gone
With that large bone growing up
I'd rather use on your moves
That look used by the control of your head through a rat or two
You know that rap is full of pricks and asses
I'd rather
Money'll brainwash you and leave your ass mindless
When snakes slither in the grass spineless
That's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough
is your heart where it need to be?
Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?
Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?
two
Prayin for young souls to laugh at life through the stars
Lovin your kids just like you was ours
And I'm hurtin for you dog; but ain't nobody
He knows that Imma lay down the clit
I'm the queen of cum
(Pussy creamy)
Hot like the sun
(Pussy dreamy)
Bow down so you can get eternal bliss
This
spitting, man
Know I catch you slipping, man
You come to my town
Almost like I'm spitting gravity
I'm holding it down
Without a sign, I get a beat
Yeah, you
Old glory for a blanket
As you suck on your thumbs
Real freedom scares you
'Cause it means responsibility
So you chicken out and threaten me
That's what Kirk Franklin said he sounded like a nigga
Trump supporters took over the U.S. Capitol (facts)
Picture black people bein' in a buildin' that
gats on the table
Getting money for life, that's how you say it's stable
We know the game, like we know time
We know biz, like we know crime
We
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
reacts
Front if you want, kid, lay on your back
I don't fake jax, kid, you know I bring it to you live
Stay in a child's place, kid, you outta line
Just keep it real with us, you scared to spill your blood
Your words rung hollow, we need someone to follow
You ain't promised tomorrow, so get your
, pack your heaters
Keep it close, you can't beat us
While your whole crew treat us like G's, you best believe this
I done made quadriplegics out
know you won't
Yeah, walkin' on the bridge, I threw my sins over the deep end
Sippin' 'til my stomach hurt, this month I done lost three friends
Niggas steady dreaming like they went and popped a zan (Zan)
I be steady feening putting money in my hand (Bands)
Fuck his bitch she suck my kids
She
by?
How far along in life would you be if you did try?
Who's trying to help these ghetto neighborhoods where kids die?
This world has turned into
like me, huh?
You must not have your brain working, nah
Only a kid living like a king, yeah
Bad motherfucker don't mess around with me yeah
Looking back
Gotham is
Like reading Nostradamus at 90 degrees
You better believe
I know how to turn a profit with ease
Die a critical lifestyle, I'm always overseas
when your own look like strangers
We are the sons of gangsters and stone rangers
If he could how would Ernie Barnes paint us?
Look at the picture,
love for ya, I know I can't trust ya
'Cause my crew is rollin' Hummers and your crew is rollin' dusters
And just because of that you act like you don't
hard
Like nothing matters no more and your reality scarred
The worlds against you backs to the wall
Your Down in the dumps and don't know how
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