Lyrics:
Ooooh Ooooh
Imma winner 'til the day that I die
Could've fooled me once
Being young and dumb ain't cute, Had to change up my mind
Could've fooled me twice
nigga
Know I got a Tommy gun, gave one to my young'n, son
And we got it together
Forty-seven fifty-one, you gon' hear us when we come, daddy
My
that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Come on Mr. Smith, come get some (some, some, some) (yeah)
When young sons
that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Come on Mr. Smith, come get some (some, some, some) (yeah)
When young sons
or die
'Til infinity, 'til infinity, 'til infinity
'Til infinity, ride, ride, ride, 'til infinity, ooh
I'm 'bout to buy you your own ride
I don't
who tells your story
My mind flashes, I see the asses of the masters
Who test the masses, I ask if I'll ever be one
When I die, will heaven be
wait
Die young, and the bag don't even last that
Where the young niggas 16 and
Over die fast at i was made there
Raised there but moved past that
Livin
live before they die
'Til the test the wrong animal then they spirit fly
Just know the game while you playin the tough guy
That's yo' life
(Four by
[Young Chris]
Young, Gunz
Chris and Neef
The home of Philly
Tough love, first time around
We got now we don't care who got next
[Verse One]
(Young
to the
Looking at the media they say I got a baby
On the way by Nicki I'm
Thinking the media crazy
Young nigga getting to the money
Dreams Worth More Than Money it
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
return
Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words
Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge
Pacify broken pieces of me, it was all
i see so many niggas die
My face look like the Behelit
I been to Hell and back, my nigga
I'm surprised that I made it
Shit's amazin'
I been haunted by
cant hurt me, can't
Be around 7:30 pull up with a birdie
Young n***a with the sauce
Young n***a with the drip
I can take you to a AirBnb
You can't
Share months later for your IG people
So you fake what you boasting truth be told
I never thought one minute
And fourty-seven seconds
On Twitter would get
yelling, "Woo"
So before you die let's see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines (Slim you're old)
Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still
missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive weighin' one-sixty-five
In a city where the skinny niggas die?
Tell Mama, don't cry
Even when
on
Fighting when the fights on
Eucharist keep me strong
Follow Me
Second hill If need help I know Mary will
Make fun of u wanna keep clownin on her Til the day
you have to, fuck it
Shoot if you have to, fuck it
Put him in the boot if you have to
For the food and the cash too
Wish I could live by commandments
the rudiment
We know the good ones die young
And Manson died at 83, so where the fuck’s my gun?
We know the good ones die young
And Manson died at 83, so where
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
I'm Jah
Live by the gun, lose a lung and you die
But I say Alhamdulillah
Alhamdulillah
Alhamdulillah
Alhamdulillah
Street dreams now serious, I
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young I'm not
I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way
I could rap
But that came second to me moving this crack
Gimme a second, I swear
I will say about my rap career
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