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Lyrics:
Hard Times don’t last
Should’ve seen what I made
We was just laughin
How the fuck you in a grave
Everybody ain’t real had to learn that from my brother
Frownin when up, so ian smilin when I’m struggling
I been up, doing good
Down, doing bad
From the same hood, forever gonna get my last
I been going through the same ole thangs
Killin, over them same gold chains
Ian cried, bro since you got killed
Like how the fuck is you not here
Double down,
On Meeeee,
Watch up come up with that shitttt
I Swear, I still get them beans in,
With family like this, I don’t need friends
They told me if I’m cheer’in, that its only me
Hook 1:
The streets to cold for a winter breaker, you gone need you a coat
The streets to dry in the summer time, you gone need you some dope (dope)
The same niggas talked behind my back; say they love me the most (Most)
Yeah,
Same niggas I’m beef ‘in with, called them my bro (Bro)
Ridin shot gun, wit the shotty
Pull up at the store (store)
Ain’t no need for a conversation, I just want the smoke (smokeee)
Ain’t no need for a conversation, I just want the smokeeee (Ayyy-ye)
Catch that boy in traffic
Semi-automatic,
You might call it cali, but I call it bali
Big blood shit,
Shot’em in the alley, no love shit
Shot’em a nigga daddy,
I’m a gangsta, you gotta watch me
Nigga trynna b - ig, pac me
I’m a real nigga, I’ll kill narc-si
On a front street, can’t stop me
Beat my case, but the feds dock me
Ian dumb, I know them niggas want to take me out
But they can’t rock me
Ima keep applying pressure on you pussy niggas
Cause ya’ll can’t stop me
Told mama it’s alright, Ima be fine
I know god got me
And my bitch, she upset ian coming home
She just wanna sock me (yeah)
Lift it up, Lift it up, Lift up
For my hitters yeahhh
Ima start a riot
Live it up, Live it up, Live it up
For my hitters yeahhh
Killers, they outside
Live it up, Live it up, Live it up
For my hitters yeahhh
Don’t be surprised
Live it up, Live it up, Live it up
For my hitters yeahhh
Kick’in with the guys
Hook 2:
I been going through the same ole thangs
Killin, over them same gold chains
Ian cried, since bro you got killed
Like how the fuck is you not here
Double down,
On Meeeee,
Watch up come up with that cheesseee
I swear, I still get them beans in,
With family like this, I don’t need friends
They told me if I’m cheer’in, that its only me
Moncler coat cost me 25 hunnit,
Choppa got drum on it
Supreme dirt bike cost me 30 sum racks
Fuck it, my son want it
Gangsta shit I been on it
I’m a real hustler, make it look good don’t it
Ion fuck with no broke niggas
Ian dodging no smoke nigga
Whoever want it they can get it
4 hunnit shots make’em feel it
We 4 deep a hunnit shots a piece
A million put up for the bond
Fighting case til my niggas free
Three letters (C-M-G)
Fuck nigga should’ve knew better (knew better)
This drak hit whoever
We takin smoke to a new level
They like gotti you rich, do betta (Do betta)
I tried but nigga wouldn’t let us (Tried)
These pussy’s ain’t playin, they jealous (For real)
I can’t turn my back on the fellas (Can’t)
Street nigga, cold hearted (I am)
I lost my feelings on garland (I did)
We was thugging out the partments (We was)
North Memphis where it started (Yeah, On God)
HOOK 1
HOOK 2
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26 сен 2024
