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Forever 5pf
by MBK Cato
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Rest up my guy
Rest up 15
Rest up my guy
Rest up 15
Rest up my guys
Know I'm destined for this music shit
Cause I got want they want
Baby say she wanna make some money
I could put you on
Screaming rest up 15
1 Love for my guys
Trapped Ina Trenches
Some young niggas on the rise
Gotta get the guala by any means
If they want smoke with us, if they fw us
Bro nem load up them cutters and let sing
Tired of niggas dying, so it ain't no fighting
So we ain't got no choice but to let it ring
I try, but I still had to cry today
He wasn't ready to fly today
5 Refusing to fly away
Na, na
I just been praying that God he protect all my brothers
And really save them from them bullets
5 He was destined to make it
Was destined for greatness
And still a pussy came and took him
I swear I'm trying my best
But I look in the sky
And I swear all I see is red
Asking the Lord for forgiveness
I swear we repenting
We want the opposition dead
Never been once in my life
Did I get mesmerized by the limelight
I swear I'm addictive to high life
My brothers they creep thru the nightlight
I started this shit on my own
I got all the bitches
These hoes they never leave me lone
Been doing this shit for too long
Just give the crown
Cause I'm coming for the fucking thrown
Smoking ganja like a Rasta
Moving to swift
Cause I'm running with some top shottas
Heard he hopped out and just popped him
He in the morgue no he never made it to the doctor
Oh yeah my niggas they don't play yea
Oh yeah sending bullets the face
Know I'm destined for this music shit
Cause I got want they want
Baby say she wanna make some money
I could put you on
Screaming rest up 15
1 Love for my guys
Trapped Ina Trenches
Some young niggas on the rise
Gotta get the guala by any means
If they want smoke with us, if they fw us
Bro nem load up them cutters and let sing
Tired of niggas dying, so it ain't no fighting
So we ain't got no choice but to let it ring
I try, but I still had to cry today
He wasn't ready to fly today
5 Refusing to fly away
Na, na
My heart cold I replace it with ice
And these bitches be wasting my time
Ima 100% on my grind
That nigga really be the sickest with rhymes
Don't nobody rap it like you do
Let me bring someone back I would choose you
Forever connected like Bluetooth
Cop a wraith talk to you thru the new roof
Rest up my niggas
Rest up my guys
You're gone too soon
But it seem it's your time
Yea you died
2 Of the realist
No I ain't telling no lie
Yea they gon hunt oppositions
They gon slide, they gon slide
Know I'm destined for this music shit
Cause I got want they want
Baby say she wanna make some money
I could put you on
Screaming rest up 15
1 Love for my guys
Trapped Ina Trenches
Some young niggas on the rise
Gotta get the guala by any means
If they want smoke with us, if they fw us
Bro nem load up them cutters and let sing
Tired of niggas dying, so it ain't no fighting
So we ain't got no choice but to let it ring
I try, but I still had to cry today
He wasn't ready to fly today
5 Refusing to fly away
Na, na
Rest up my guy
Rest up 15
Rest up my guy
Rest up 15
Rest up my guys
Know I'm destined for this music shit
Cause I got want they want
Baby say she wanna make some money
I could put you on
Screaming rest up 15
1 Love for my guys
Trapped Ina Trenches
Some young niggas on the rise
Gotta get the guala by any means
If they want smoke with us, if they fw us
Bro nem load up them cutters and let sing
Tired of niggas dying, so it ain't no fighting
So we ain't got no choice but to let it ring
I try, but I still had to cry today
He wasn't ready to fly today
5 Refusing to fly away
Na, na
I just been praying that God he protect all my brothers
And really save them from them bullets
5 He was destined to make it
Was destined for greatness
And still a pussy came and took him
I swear I'm trying my best
But I look in the sky
And I swear all I see is red
Asking the Lord for forgiveness
I swear we repenting
We want the opposition dead
Never been once in my life
Did I get mesmerized by the limelight
I swear I'm addictive to high life
My brothers they creep thru the nightlight
I started this shit on my own
I got all the bitches
These hoes they never leave me lone
Been doing this shit for too long
Just give the crown
Cause I'm coming for the fucking thrown
Smoking ganja like a Rasta
Moving to swift
Cause I'm running with some top shottas
Heard he hopped out and just popped him
He in the morgue no he never made it to the doctor
Oh yeah my niggas they don't play yea
Oh yeah sending bullets the face
Know I'm destined for this music shit
Cause I got want they want
Baby say she wanna make some money
I could put you on
Screaming rest up 15
1 Love for my guys
Trapped Ina Trenches
Some young niggas on the rise
Gotta get the guala by any means
If they want smoke with us, if they fw us
Bro nem load up them cutters and let sing
Tired of niggas dying, so it ain't no fighting
So we ain't got no choice but to let it ring
I try, but I still had to cry today
He wasn't ready to fly today
5 Refusing to fly away
Na, na
My heart cold I replace it with ice
And these bitches be wasting my time
Ima 100% on my grind
That nigga really be the sickest with rhymes
Don't nobody rap it like you do
Let me bring someone back I would choose you
Forever connected like Bluetooth
Cop a wraith talk to you thru the new roof
Rest up my niggas
Rest up my guys
You're gone too soon
But it seem it's your time
Yea you died
2 Of the realist
No I ain't telling no lie
Yea they gon hunt oppositions
They gon slide, they gon slide
Know I'm destined for this music shit
Cause I got want they want
Baby say she wanna make some money
I could put you on
Screaming rest up 15
1 Love for my guys
Trapped Ina Trenches
Some young niggas on the rise
Gotta get the guala by any means
If they want smoke with us, if they fw us
Bro nem load up them cutters and let sing
Tired of niggas dying, so it ain't no fighting
So we ain't got no choice but to let it ring
I try, but I still had to cry today
He wasn't ready to fly today
5 Refusing to fly away
Na, na