Lyrics:
black 4's matchin' with some Club Pros
Live fast die young but with you I go slow (oh my yeah yeah)
And you got my attention
If you tryna play a role,
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
every second
His addiction hit 24/7
I feel some tension grab the grip
Ask you if there's pressure what it is
Gon pull up and test you let it rip
Gorilla
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go
the Gun
By high school I was so gone
So drawn by the battle
I would get a pass, spit a punch little line
Let a little lunch fly get to class
Now there's no
on the leading edge of life
(T-minus twenty-seven seconds
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T-minus twenty seconds and counting
T-minus fifteen,
on the leading edge of life
(T-minus twenty-seven seconds
We applaud for redundant sequencers start
T-minus twenty seconds and counting
T-minus fifteen,
I'll make 30
Desert Eagle, 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
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
hungry, 7 inch microphone in my grip, i feel lucky it goes
6 minutes Doc Synners you're on
I never take five until the party people abscond and that's
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
So self-made
Shout-out my Crenshaw niggas
Them down-south niggas
Yeah
I pray I never die a broke nigga
Terrell Owens, owing all the dope
If I got a second of peace, I’d probably die from the shock
Luggage of lives weighs the hand on the clock
Every fuckin second I’m failing
to your fiends
Seven, goddamn it, when it deal
A '64 for the honeys, straight ho for the G
Young Daz, little nigga you can't fuck with me
Now I
they autopilot
Wonder how this all started? 14 all inspired, rouge scholar
Oath maunder, aid from the nothing I done all this by myself was the only
second guessed, but guess what this is
That’s right– you getting cut
Let me tell ya a story about that one guy that came by
He was a guy from around
something this old bag can do to
Lower the price
Ooh I'll you what's gonna be lowered
Now that's what I'm talking about
Oh yeah
Ah damnit one second
Just
Meditating like I'm Gandhi
Getting high probably
Rocking harder than Rob Zombie
Still I rise, still I ride with my nine by me
Till I die, they ain't taking my
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
I dont know what I'm gonna do
Trying to do my best just to make it through
And lord knows
How hard that I try and how hard it is for me to get by
yes, I got it
Feeling hella good
Ain't got no driver's license
But you know I'm driven
The second I spit it
Everything that's what I'm giving
Yeah, I get
The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect
don't wanna die with me baby, run away with me
I wanna see the seven seas no worries, baby, it's just you and me
Like, I'm scared to grow up no, I won't
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