Lyrics:
a young kid learning bout a thing or two
We was tryna live tryna die 9th grade was a ride
Back then was the time when I found my first high
Moving
lives like students took lessons
Jail time, felt like it took seconds
I'm a Goodfella, was a dope seller
All these hoe niggas must be Hoe-chella
knuckles on the second hands of working class watches
Skyscrapers is colossus, the cost of living is preposterous
Stay alive, you play or die, no options,
mothafuckas wack me
Stackin' greenary, thuggin' 'til I die
Pickin' up so much J, I'm gettin' high
Got the feds on me
And they label me a bad Crip
Thinkin' I
the morning, read the newspapers and they
would tell you england is in war with france?
John: i'd die of fright.
Yoko: i don't think that should happen.
You
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
Smoker session live resin 24/7
Ya, 27 tryna reach an empty heaven
Tired every fucking second
Nobody go, til the God say so
You got a second or mo', to run for the do'
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know stack, couldn't get
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
The situation's got me guessin'
But the answer remains to be a question
He lived his life in a lie
I guess you only get a minute to pray, and a second to die
Lemme tell you about my life
And like, how I feel and shit
Check, uh
Blood flows til my arm goes cold
I'm numb
So young
But I feel so old
Take
'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun, step into millennium
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
and motherfuckers die
It's not the way I want to live, my nigga it's how it is
Homie got into a fight last night, that killed his kids
In this life I lead,
the gangstas die young and the rats die faster
So, when my shooter spread this MAC
Live shatter 'round, 'round
Like, "Who gives a fuck if Black Lives Matter?"
the weed
Get on the roof, let's get smoked out, and blaze with me
Two in the morning and we still high, assed out
Screamin', "Thug 'til I die!" before I
writing rhymes
Til they capture this
And if we die let the world understand why
Soldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry
They seeing us inside
writing rhymes
Til they capture this
And if we die let the world understand why
Soldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry
They seeing us inside
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
me, hope he mean it
I just hope I die for a reason
They probably won't miss me 'til they need me
Have problems with admittin' that
They need me, lord
'm still progressin'
This is tick, tick-tick, I'ma blow up any second, yeah
We the best, bitch, ain't no fuckin' question
It's six, six-six, 'til it's
hope he mean it
I just hope I die for a reason
They probably won't miss me 'til they need me
Have problems with admittin' that they need me, Lord
I
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
that's how I live M.O.B. Til I die pimpin that's just what it is what it is yea
If you trippin if you trippin gotta ride gotta ride
I ain't slipping I
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