Lyrics:
nigga I'm making moves
I'm making moves nigga I'm making moves I'm
Young t watching tunes that is looney
Kel da kid rappin like there two of me
Five
I'm motherfucking chicken-shit
To the ones that's tryna play the E
By the time you get to seven, you'll be six feet deep
Number Eight: Make no
but I can't keep living
From now until eternity
I don't wanna die but I can't keep living
'Cause this is real
I don't wanna die but I can't keep living
You Film the man
You let him die bro
Live by the sword die by the sword
That’s the bible
I just wanna take care of my loved ones
Ace im there for you
I
young...
Another frozen future has passed.
Another breed, another cast.
The rivers will run, brought to life by the sun, the circle is
still
Till a patted wagon pull up and coffles my
My pants second I'm double cup
South side hustle inside
Hustle outside I don't give a fuck
I might be
style real serious
What you think it ain't that serious?
I bang clubs and streets it's getting hot
See Mack won't stop until Mack's on top
Young
live then you die where your body goes
If it's Hell or it's Heaven
6 or the 7 well I'll keep the nina for our be foes in a gamble
That's what life is
MY GOD, WHAT HAVE WE DONE?
THIS COULD BE THE END.
THINK I’M GONNA CRY!
I’M TOO YOUNG TO DIE.
WILL I EVER GET HOME AGAIN?
OH, NO!”
Gamemaker:
Jocasta
It's the most important thing to know.
'Cause I pimp or die. I'm like the Mack:
riding around Oakland in a Cadillac.
But on the other hand, if you
don't know my story
There's really nothing for me
So leave me in this worry
(In the end is glory)
Feel like an 8 by 10 in a 5 by 7
I'm in the wrong frame
until a young n***a dead (Hold up)
Making all these boss moves like I'm death row and if a n***a call me out better let him know
We really with the Shits
fly; I love my people do or die
But I wonder why, we scared to let each other fly
June 1-6, '7-1, the day
mama pushed me out her womb, told me, "Nigga
Erase mistakes that's in my past, the days when i laughed
Without subconscious worry behind the face of a mask
Haunted by the words, that i
I was born running with the baton
Now I'm known as the young intellectual don
Until I'm gone where I'm from the real don't get along
With
and a girl
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl
You must spread the word of the master teacher
Or you die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat ya
and a girl
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl
You must spread the word of the master teacher
Or you die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat ya
and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go
sauce when I pop
Off with the top off
Finna Wraith fan from a popstar
Man I live a life niggas would die for
This that young nigga talk at the dealer shit
when you can't fly
Type to roll seven on just one die
Type to pick you up when you can't fight
Im that type of guy, that stays up when your alone
to the widling
I'm smiling
Bout 24/7
ride or die till I'm live in heaven
The sky's my bride I'm fly till I'm beddin
I'm the guy like josh peck ready
Ooh darlin
bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age
He was so young but still a
Victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts
Okay,
I got drive, I never really gave a fuck bout peace of mind, I'm too alive
Bags are in and under eyes, okay, you know it's do or die
Too much
Uh
They wanna cut ties
Until they see I'm up right
Stay holdin heat and they hug tight
How is it brotherly love
I
Understand why YU would cut ties
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