Lyrics:
Ha ha
Yeah yeah
Make it butter
I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
No doubt
Ayo watch yo mouth!
Ayo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze
Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me
You and I
Do or die
Wait 'til I sally in on a stallion
With the first black battalion
Have
oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my fo'-five
Cocked on these niggas time to die
Even as a lil'
The first real nigga I lost
Even though he used to gang bang
Would never live to see his chain swing
But that's the Jesus piece loss
Cause he would have
to gun barking
It's bad business for the ends man, I'm done talkin'
It's all fun keeping score when it's one-nothing
'Til loved ones get duppied inside
lie but surely try
Me I'm just scraping by til one day I'm immortalized
See, I hear the future calling
(I hear the future calling)
But I'm so fucked up
raised high
My camel to the sky
Burnin' both 'til I die
'Cause since I was seven
I had dreams of goin' to heaven
Eyes to the skies by eight I realized
And we be blastin' smashin' for the loot
I empty my strap and then I dash to my Coupe
Ain't no half steppin' it's West Coast til I die
Keepin'
and a second to die
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping
All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds
And the boy was
To them boys in blue y’all bleed like we do.
Second Amendment Rights come strap like the Military. Protect the minds by any means necessary
(B MOR 7
the procedure
Lock my body, can't trap my mind, easily
Explain why we adapt to crime
I'd rather die enormous than live dormant that's how we on it
Live
by side by-)
I want to be your number one
You'll hold me to the sky
I want to be your golden thorn
You'll love me 'til you die
I want to be your
NARC's on a nigga back missin me by inches
And they say how do you survive, weighin one-fifty-five
in the city where the little niggaz die
Tell mama
But it had been days since
I was 16, never made love
But can't say I hadn't been raped yet
Sweet 16
Not how a young girl expect to celebrate it
That's
nigga
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I'm a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it
'Cause whoever try testin' is gonna be restin'
I'm a young millionaire, Hot Boy,
nigga
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I'm a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it
'Cause whoever try testin' is gonna be restin'
I'm a young millionaire, Hot Boy,
Can’t waste all my time wit these bitches
Cause feelings always gone be changing
You can tell by the way that I’m grinding
When I die going out
up in they crib
I'm doing what I know they not doing, so I know sum gotta give
I just pray to God that before I die I get the chance to live
I'm tryna
24/7 I’ve been working overtime
Ain’t got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
24/7 I’ve been working overtime
and I take flight
I don't want to be the greatest
Leave me out of your GOAT conversations
Those debates are tasteless
I'm just a young poet inspired by
infect your mind like some sort of a
Mad parasite
It's not ideal
You know we have to
We have to start somewhere I suppose
We have to live
And die
I'm back now
Game in headlock til it tap out
Still coolin with my 4s
You know how this shit go
Young nigga when you trap use back route (Aye)
I
we can try
G5 to Moscow and they say I'ma lie
I'ma ball like a dog 'til the day that I die
(Tell, 'em why 'cause I) been around the world
hit you're line
You'd always be down to ride
I just wish you'd ride out without that ice
Some just live by gun (Gun)
Some just die to young (Young)
Some
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