Lyrics

Yo GG, turn it up! My baby mama mother, asked her daughter what she see in me Damn I miss my granny, she the only one believed in me Never pictured you leavin' me, wherever you are I hope it's frequent that you think of me, forever you are The only one it's hard to live without, eternally scarred Got the news and lost control, yeah I totalled my car I always listened when you told, I should follow my hеart This where it lead mе, broken pieces and they weighin' heavy Is there a Heaven for the demons that's in disbelief? Statistically we beat the odds, how can you disagree? Aint miss a beat, I'm on my job, I gotta feed the team Emancipation, proclamation, baby free the team He keep it yeek and he gon' squeak, That's why I keep it 'round Gang and shooters on speed dial, we gon' speed around Better not let us catchin' eatin' out, blicky beat you down Ain't no gettin' up, from all these rounds, they gon' keep you down Just to keep it down We just some well known factors, occupational hazard Hella slappers in the saddle runnin' patterns where it matter Try and tag you with this blapper, nigga, ay, once you read it You a wretch, you can't retract it, nigga That's ass backwards, I'm a gangster first and then a rapper These Cinnabuns gon' get me thundered if I'm ever captured Ain't no leak and ain't no loafin', we ain't never lackin' Said it ain't no leak and ain't no loafin', we ain't never lackin' It's sticks for days but more important, momma rent is paid We beat up the interstate, forty with the lemonade We anybody killer gang Shoot you 'fore you get a fade (ayy) Bitch it always been that way (ayy) Ayy repesct a nigga reign, and my youngest lit today Hard for me to kick the pain (ayy) Walk inside the and clear the bank (ayy) Bang it, peace to marinade This bangin' shit is serious, game I lost my dawg and I can't help but feel like fuck the world We got revenge, but I'm still mad, let ammunation twirl If I can see your face again, that shit'll do me justice Ain't paid nobody for no M, that's what they do for nothin' You function with the sucka side, Then you ain't booth for nothin' (yo GG, turn it up!) And you get shot for anythin', if you don't shoot for somethin' We just some well known factors, occupational hazard Hella slappers in the saddle runnin' patterns where it matter Try and tag you with this blapper, nigga, ay, once you read it You a wretch, you can't retract it, nigga That's ass backwards, I'm a gangster first and then a rapper These Cinnabuns gon' get me thundered if I'm ever captured Ain't no leak and ain't no loafin', we ain't never lackin' Said it ain't no leak and ain't no loafin', we ain't never lackin'
Writer(s): Timothy Cornell Patterson, Angelo Brajkovic Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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