Letra

(Yo GG, turn it up!) I remember vividly Obituaries with lovin' memory Realest nigga that's how I remember him Try not to let it get to me Me and this Nicky got a lil' chemistry Trophies on my neck from all the victories I promise not let you down It fucked me up, 'cause once you up, they tend to tear you down They left me out, on all the plays, and that'll stress you out But I never doubted what I'm worth, check out the blessings now The highest rank around this bitch, it ain't no steppin' down No f'in around, but you know I keep that FN 'round I told my mama, I'ma make sure they respect your child I love you baby, and I know you nothin' less than proud Let's holla at Dev, ride off of fourth, we in the second house I love my soil like a nigga love his second child I'm tryna be the one that's throwin', 'stead of catchin' 'rounds Forever Pebbles, know my killers nothin' less than proud I swear that I'd be lyin' If I told you my heart was golden 'cause it's broken in half From the way I sip that purple potion, I'ma need some rehab Roll up that dojo for the fallen soldiers, one in the air Every time I look over my shoulders, it's whole 'nother death Same ones that pray for me to blow up, seem like they hate them I'm here Right on the corner where we growed up, my lil' locster got killed Two double cups, I love to pour up, switchin' lanes in the Lamb' This shit so crazy, but I know right 'round the corner be death I got the bitty on my shoulder, so it a lil' colder Killa fried him, sunny side him, until I flipped him over Picked up 30 K in blues, somewhere in Minnesota I heard you went out in the pen, they had you bendin' over It ain't no secret 'bout him tellin', but he been a roller First time I let off, blam, I tried to kill a smoker Took a bitch to Figueroa in that Ford Focus Same one we pulled up on the suckas, eatin' doors open Bookies in the honey bourbon 'cause it's more poured ('cause it's more poured) Four potion, need to bend it 'cause the score dosage (score dosage) They do it for promotion only purposes What about the killers, doin' life? They really murder shit I miss you, even though I hardly strike a kite, we ain't forget you How you bite the only hand that fed you? I forgive you Retaliation mandatory, we gon' come and get you (yeah) You gon' get your wish I swear that I'd be lyin' If I told you my heart was golden 'cause it's broken in half From the way I sip that purple potion, I'ma need some rehab Roll up that dojo for the fallen soldiers, one in the air Every time I look over my shoulders, it's whole 'nother death Same ones that pray for me to blow up, seem like they hate them I'm here Right on the corner where we growed up, my lil' locster got killed Two double cups, I love to pour up, switchin' lanes in the Lamb' This shit so crazy, but I know right 'round the corner be death
Writer(s): Tyquian Terrel Bowman, Timothy Cornell Patterson, Angelo Brajkovic Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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