let them win. My gun is my identity. A job was offered it seemed so good, a chance to be rid of this neighbourhood. She took the chance and took the gun
truck balley shit Champagne spillin while we hittin every bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my
the mattress Now she's lying to my face Eyes burning up like her words was mace I don't even hear what she was trying to say Song playing in my head
mistreated you once I'll pour my heart out to you, let down my guard, swear to God I'll blow my brains in your lap, lay here and die in your arms Drop to my
be as good as the Rolling Stones Watch the birds in the airport gathering dirt Crowd the clean magazine, chick lifting up her skirt Lines when I close my
the top I'm not going to stop, I'm staying on my Monopoly board That means I'm on top of my game and it don't stop, 'til my hip don't hop anymore When
shit See were kind of like the government, so just repect my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my
they never walked Send in their donations And they never have to talk again My beloved The only one I see standing up for me My beloved Close my eyes heal my
for cold weather And creased denim threats delivered when I send 'em Nigga know I, FedEx my shit, overnight express my shit Deliver my hits quick, who next on my
lose my cool Up in here, up in here Hold up! Err One, two, meet me outside Meet me outside, meet me outside All my Ruff Ryders gon' meet me outside Meet me outside, meet me outside All my
just begun Let a little bit of this A pass with this gun Don't let it hold you back But you're already set No dead flowers gonna grow Until the dirt
man im to much for these n-ggas, and three much for these hoes the World is in my hands, and i keep my hands closed i love my baby mommas, they get my
They never could fuck with me sawed-off pump Bitch, if I'm flippin' or load my clip in, nigga, y'all all fucked Gotta make my money, slippin' me pump in my
" Damn that's foolish" Swig off the 40 of holy water and say "Y'all let's do this" Grabbed my click, gripped my dick Walked with my face to the groung
if it means pap, that's ya life And a nigga gotta die by the sword The gauge, my nine and my knife Cocking, I pump my slugs all up in ya, now what?
Lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
me lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
I plead my case The cops all on me tryin to bleed my safe My pops all on me tryin to squeeze my face But I'm not gon' squeal so I'ma need my space, back