Killin'y All

Black-lipped bastard  destined to be a bastard Crip

But I passed on it to make classic hits

I pray I'm forgiven for not being down

Or puttin' the work in that certain niggas did

Reason behind their service in the pen

Partially why I don't write, I just pull it out the wind

Sometimes I can't sleep at night

I be thinkin' 'bout my friends, know they up to no good

It's all bad...

I seen the yellow tape at Dale's and almost had a heart attack

You never know with this shit, I don't understand

Kids carry canons on Instagram

But cryin' when the cuffs're on their hands

It's out my hands...

It's two sides to every story

And I ain't a judge or signed up for jury duty

My youth was stolen moving too quick, it's sick though

'Cause Vince know what I know now, when I'm 26

We still movin' further, hope my seeds grow to be trees

And not just bushes...

Can I live without killin' y'all? Please...

Can I live without killin' y'all? Please...

Can I live without killin' y'all?

Can I live without killin' y'all?

Can I live without...

Call the gang unit  they know the game, foolie

I truly was built for this shit, I'm in the rain coolin'

Right by where the enemies live...

You know you can kill a giant with a lucky shot...

Aim for the head when you fuck with God Jehova

I'll hopefully be speakin' the code of the beat

Snitch and we domin' your niece

Homies be cold as police

Mama had told us as kids never to shit where you eat

And I got a clip for the heat  357, I think I'm itchy, dawg

Niggas know I'm 6'5 'til I'm 6 feet

Under, where they took us?

Undercovers parked on Orizaba

Dogs up in the yard of the abandoned where we hide the choppers

I couldn't hide from the karma, you see it followed me

Fuck it  get it crackin' in public, these niggas rap for the fashion

They want the mansions, they puppets

A puppet master'll bust in that chamber talkin' 'bout muzzle...

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