Lyrics:
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
the good die young? I can't handle it
And what that mean for me if I'm alive? Ain't understand it, no
And I keep crying to God, can you explain it to me
make y’all fall
Harder than satan
It’s Christ until I die
Oops no I mean eternity
The body does die
But the soul lives certainly
There’s gotta be more
The second time I was the age of seven
Loren's eleven, in hindsight we learned a lesson
We ain't trippin’
Telling each other is was long gone
And its ironic
to you (By my side)
You know I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me (By my side)
(There isn't everywhere you go that it's—) (By my side)
beware
'Cause this Mo Thug click got plenty of soldiers
Just open your eyes and realize
It's gonna be Mo Thug 'til I die
Never esitate don't flip
I
mask it
Mixing down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered
I choreograph seven steps to heaven
And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
I got, two brothers
Never took the time, now we don't know one another, damn
But I guess I was too young and
Couldn't play a part, in the world they
is like the Klan, I said
Told my young nigga, "You the man," I said
You don't wanna end up like my man Ahmed
Praying five times a day, prostration
wild conspiracies
I'm a say this 'till the day that I die
Seven thirty fives bring on bitches lies
While you bullshitin', I'm hard hittin' like
2pac,
So they looking for me they don't know
I'm waiting on them
Right here, I'ma sit by the window
See they gonna have to get me
Yeah, they gonna have
follows me at every
Turn and fuckin' second breath
I can't seem to control all
This hate that's inside me
Bitches try to copy
But they just fall beside me
me show you what a thug bout
Born to die
I took the bullets outta fifty
Put em in my fou. five
And i aint even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga
I'll make 30
Desert, even my nails dirty
I'mma think on life and I'd die for it
Made a mill, you ain't even know it
Tell Iluminati I'm down for it
Call
a prophecy
I'm the legacy
911 emergency
What i do can break a state by going anarchy
My mind a lake, to get in you need an authority
I need to think, i run
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'
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
stupid shhh
Over material items and , 40 tips
I will toss that crook or that, 'cause you'll learn
Criminals earn every second, most infected by terms
lost in life
And I crossed the line
And I lost my life
Sike not my time
Not yet
Clock reads twenty five
Imma die at twenty seven
Not yet
I ain't reach
born followers, some born leaders
They'll be a day where I see Grim Reaper
But until that day I'll saw like an Eagle
Are you afraid to die
Or are you
to cut them hours of me all alone
Proud of what I been surrounded by just for a couple sets
Until they call my phone, chilling in my throne
I been sitting
unarmed victims
Until they trust us
Maybe never
Still I hope for the better
I guess that I'm ignorant
But it feels like it's a setup
Believe see I ain't
Me and Do or Die dig drinking love potion
The word that was never said
Twista be giving women dick in the bed
Until they sick in the head, and if I
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