Lyrics

Better run For your life for your life Get the guns They're gonna ride gonna ride You're Gonna die I was raised like a king by my mother And I knew that she was strong But for ten long years she would suffer Before I knew it she was gone Fourteen I was living in the gutter We were robbing everyone Then I got an O and then I got another So then I got a gun On the down low high on the come up No forgetting where I'm from Now the benzo starts with a button It's impressive when I stunt And I tell em that I started off with nothing Used to empty cunts pockets Now I'm selling pounds of molly by the dozen I can get you what you want When it sprays bullets spread like cancer Come around to the 45 45 Air him out flip him round like a mattress Better run For your life for your life Got him shaking on the ground like a dancer Get the guns They're gonna ride gonna ride The SK rounds make him do backflips You're Gonna die Come around to the 45 45 Better run For your life for your life Get the guns They're gonna ride gonna ride You're Gonna die Quarter million dollars I was twenty Still sleeping on the floor Never went to college I was trapping heavy I was sick of being poor Had a problem then I'd pop another xannie If you owed me something I was kicking in your door Now my only problem's counting all this money I don't give a shit about the law In and out the fences but I'm happy Coz behind bars all I know Like the bars that I'd press and that I'd package Wanted more started selling blow If I used to want to get it then I'd grab it Used to bang it Now I never want to use another semi-automatic I just want Versace on my clothes When it sprays bullets spread like cancer Come around to the 45 45 Air him out flip him round like a mattress Better run For your life for your life Got him shaking on the ground like a dancer Get the guns They're gonna ride gonna ride The SK rounds make him do backflips You're Gonna die Come around to the 45 45 Better run For your life for your life Get the guns They're gonna ride gonna ride You're Gonna die Nowadays I got to do it by myself My best friends are dead or doing life All these cat cunts pussy out and tell They're scared of doing time Yeah the border force put me in a cell They read me out my rights And they told me all they want to do is help They're not getting a reply Tell them I'm too busy making dirty money Rolex with the ice And the red face like your girl blushing And I swear I'm gonna buy Another necklace for her if she fuck me Just got out of prison So the lemon haze hit me like it's rugby I love selling all this white
Writer(s): Dylan Thurnwald Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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