Lyrics:
(Now back to the crib where we'll be coolin')
Coolin' with the posse, playin' it hard
Rollin' two deep as I drop the top
Beams from the sun light up
gators that's necessary
Accessories, my closet's a "Pet Sematary"
I get approached by animal activists
I live in a zoo
I run scandals with savages
All
looking out for me
The ladies, they go wild for me
Back to the front, left to the right
And everybody up in the balcony
You can tell by my accent that
housin'
Alkaline water, blue champagne (huh)
I went to Jacob with a duffle on my campaign (ha)
Fast money, still I suffer from a lack of patience
Back
Gary, Indiana
He had it locked down from
The streets to the slammer
Only trusted two things: his
Trigger and his hammer
Used to be a bum 'til he had
Because lives gone in a
Flash with the click click and the kids
Hit where the street light im a rap
God the elite type you a rap
Fraud when you speak I
Mr. Lucifer
Pictures of the devil DUCK when he shoot at cha, it's all political
Runnin' from the future, escapin' in the fog
Live yo' life like a hog
nights by myself, erasing my thoughts a thousand times
Don't look back and leave
Don't find me again and live (on)
Because I have no regrets from
Mr. Lucifer
Pictures of the devil, duck when he shoot at cha, it's all political
Runnin' from the future, escapin' in the fog
Live yo' life like
the nines up, I come from mean streets
My unit snitched on me, ratted me out
They all ganged up on me, try to take my mouth
However the cause, I'mma chill
of ammo
'Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static?
Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic
I disappear whenever
Married men act totally different
When they by themselves, don't they?
You see them with their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's everything
bangers
Guess he knew one day that we'll become us
That's just how it is when you live where we come from
Fight, don't run
Is the motto we live by
Get
from the bottom, yeah, that Hoover Figg
Real life fifty niggas, so I like 'em thick
And by looking at your curves, you what I deserve
We can head up
Ain't nobody holdin' you back explode the track to confetti
Unload it, 'cause niggas ain't ready the life of an outlaw
In the life we live as thugs
From the back streets
From the gutter
Hear the sound of
Guns stutter
From dark days
From decline
Marching men
Stand in line
Soon to die
were made by me
Your mistakes were made by you
You cant learn from one mistake you'll make two then three
It dont stop, the future looks bright but its
forced me to live without it
Boy I'm awake, I can't sleep without you
Most LA girls ain't even from LA
We love Khalifa man, that's what they tell me
But I
thing I gotta do is hit my wrist with the soda
Niggas thought it was over, but bitch I live by the slogan
I told you
Hop in another one nigga
Get
house of detention
That keeps me from simply blowin' it all away
'Cause when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat
I say, God don't take this
live from
2-1-5
[Chorus]
We setting it from south-side pushing this up north
From Illadelphian reps to fly points across the map
To bring it back
through the eyes of a nigga who ain't seen shit
Back to live action, I'm packin', I'm still in the mix
Like new hits, I think I'm goin' over your head
the streets ain't all that."
I mean the calliope projects done change
Right from roges tablet you find the fuckin police man
And niggaz still servin bubble ups
at your feet
Handcuffed for lying our heads as we're withering in the streets
Back from the dead, now we're groveling at your feet
Handcuffed for lying
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