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niggas that I love, their names engraved into my ice
But, wait, caught some niggas slippin' first, I made 'em pay the price
When I was young, never
We'll live off the street fame!
God didn't send me in the right direction
I'm gettin hit by a diesel in the intersection
I know you're out there help
me etched in stone, uh
By the time they learn to love me, I'll be dead and gone
Real hustlers treat them rentals like they second home
First double
push others on their heels
By feeling supreme confidence in
Himself but no matter how tough
And hardened they become, hustlers usually
Face one daunting
[Chorus]
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my grave nigga, I die a paid nigga
I'll be a baller 'til I die
I'll be ballin' to my
and gone
I be doing it for supporters, I couldn't never joke
Grown man problems every second when I'm seven though
So whoever talking like they with me
really live my life right
So imma smoke so weed and get high
Roll another Dutch that's how I get by
Said I'll be in the sky laid up when I die
I ain't
Khadafi]
What we live for, what we die for
It's the stress, it's the test, this my war
The words I live by, ya'll never run scared
But this life, this is
records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
on highland
Why should I lie? I live an die for my side
Ride the city 'til they roll with diddy one last time
Let this N9ne yell out fuckem
Fuck 'em if
I am a dancer
And it's something that I live to do
It's something that I'm livin' through
It's something I can give to you
I am a dancer and I
run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
content yet
I'm still learning many lessons by the second
I still got a couple questions
Hate it when I feel like this
When I get like this yeah
I cannot
counting for you ask
5 6 7 8
I'm counting down the seconds 'til the world goes splat
Now that that's done let's get back to fun
I just killed a man Puff pass
We'll live off the street fame!
God didn't send me in the right direction
I'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the intersection
I know you're out there help
That'll hold a pinky finger up and blind ya nigga
[Chorus]
[Turk]
I'm a stunt 'til I die, so you better respect it
Cause whoever try testin is gonna
I just want to live
Before I die
I don't want to slip and fall
Before the clock falls off the wall
I just want to live
Before I die
I don't want
of a prince
When I die, this song'll be a footprint
I'll be back with the essence in an instant
I heard about Ason, and burnt an incense
Life's ill, don't
Demon schemin on my soul to live and die in the Bay
I take steps through the valley of death
My thug religion got me pointin fingers at the system
My
shouldn't live on this earth
We wouldn't get on his turf
He was steady making his waves til he get on his surf
Board
Now I'm bored-er than ever
That hooker
nobody paid Jaz wack ass
I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap
That came second to me moving this crack
Gimme a second I swear
I will
nobody paid Jaz wack ass
I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap
That came second to me moving this crack
Gimme a second I swear
I will
my young Gs are carrying
His blade same length as a javelin
I don't know about B-ball, what's happenin'
But know that it's fucked if he's travellin'
the sorrows dwell
You lose your soul
This road you chose is yours to die on
Four-three years from twenty-seven, I might die soon
The downside of this high is
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