Banging on the west, come around, better bring your vest. Test your luck, play the best, you'll end up dying like the rest. Aim for the head, got no time for the chest. Say your prayers, my homies blessed. Always staying fully dressed. Suit and ties be looking fresh. Ride on up and leave the scene looking a mess. I got some dead homies that I'll never see again. I'm only 21 homie, yeah I ain't your friend. Never went to sleep, struggled day and night to get this bread. Dare to push up on me, leave you seeing bloody red. Got some boys with some dreads, yeah they are the major threat. Popping off some shots leave your body leaking lead.
The day the Lord has made ,life live enjoy righteousness ways, weighs evil push down wieght on shoulder against evil the fight battling shadow darkness wickness these type sicknesses a sick assist where can't see more unseen than insight out of sight where those that Yale in practicing skull in bone common nation whats safe where a battle of secrets in a society where curse verse test of man navigational me praying God (Christ) to pilot him.Enjoyment it's harder because whom be fighting him unreasonable voices weighs foolish curses there are the wages of sin sick wages sicks weighs ill mentalities many tease in a jesters way DEVILS!GET OUT THE WAY GO TO HELL,this saying day to day,while the yelling R.I.P why we had to kick him out enjoy hell heaven early ..AM , nope I am here I stand YAWEH!!!(God the Father God the Son God in the spirit) yes that wonya wrap on one your will be done ways its harder these day these wick out my way!!!in Jesus name..
Ive been watching the world Ever since I can reach for my right and wrongs I can do what you do Then what will I do Pay another motha fuck to get rich while I slave till I'm in the grave and missed I'm over the top who will never stop I gave her the game call it a gift Understand its just a flip You calling quits She twisted up the Bentley Fuck the cost triple on the lock We never took a loss Many many times I can find the money I'm searching for your head Blessing come to those who yelling Never saw it coming Only bitches come and running some survive while I'm gunning
I dont politic about polics knowledge is the key so i dont really speak much just read and observe the evil on earth has risen to new heights but people are blind to the fact rapped up in their own lives, gettin high, consumed by their jobs they barely get to see their kids keeping the mind occupied with games is an old ass plot that still is wrkin today we're slaves
Quarter brick of dope in my bitch purse, choppers but I rather use my fist first, I put that shit on god, quadrupling my money offa xannies and it’s crazy cause I started off with Danny, I could put that shit on god, I could tell you break down to dime sacks, 20 thousand dollars worth of diamonds, if they ever catch me ima put the time in, I could put that shit on god,
The beat is tight.. But it mess up the continuity when he stops it like that... it's not easy on the soul. Take that pause out and let the beat ride... then its perfect
Yea, young fresco Here to let ya kno It ain’t on God It’s on us, Stop blaming the man up above It’s our fault, The ones living on earth. He Gave us life And air to breath, Now we all taking life’s And on souls we feast Satan on a rush, velocity. Running outta time, Time we can’t see. We’ve been blinded Ever since Adam and Eve Theyve been working And don’t ever sleep. Louie bags and Gucci Be expensive So why aren’t we? Heads getting priced And most do it for cheap. God with the blueprints If you ain’t making change Then you ain’t part of it. Stop pointing fingers Stop following, Sinners only diggin deeper Hells fire they feelin, The devil dancin And laughing Along with all his demons Past souls trapped Old spirits appearing Trying to warn us. Every step ya take Be careful Ain’t nothing promised tomorrow. Don’t blame ‘em Just pray to Him. Young fresco wrote this, Tell them I told ya.
Straight from tha east boi Harlem streets 122nd n Lenox ave niggaz will leave u dead where u stand B I'm not david east im a young old prodigy y'all niggaz neva heard of me Underground new king Chuckles G Now im in the Midwest standin on my own 2 feet Ten toes down boi I'm the best on these streets always goin be a beast Neva stress neva always got to flex on theze weak ass degeneraties If y'all ready to test me m.f better bring yo heat Cuz im goin lay u niggaz down like Tito Ortiz
Early morning come up- Say good night, I wake the sun up/ Run up on me if u wanna- I'm gonna/ Squeeze all eight in ya face- No hummer/ Stunting only lead ta wakes- All summer/ I lost so many soldiers, That im- Running outta numbers/ Can't count the tears, Over the years/ I wonder- How many more I got left/ B4 I'm dead in gone, On the strength off a hot chest/ Fif gimmie the semi- I'm a wear Pac vest/ Niggaz think they hot- I think they a hot mess/ How could listen- ta the shit that I'm spitting, An think I'm not next/ Been a playboy- Since clay toys, But I'm not sex/ Maywether hands, In his hey day nigga/ I had Maywether fans, Since a bae bae nigga/ Touch who? U craze- A nigga Put his paws on me, I'm a hang a nigga/
21 savage voice ,,,i got 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8, ms in my bank account, in my bank account i got 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 shooters ready to gun u down, ready to gun u down(On God)
My every move count Like money in the piggy bank Y'all some sharks Ima good swimmer U finna get your face shanked Don't count on me I ain't paying you a dime
