Key: F minor•
Verse 1
niggas who pushed crack
Who was raised in the 70's
by niggas who pushed
Mack
Who was raised in the 60's by some
niggas who pushed black
They say life is a bitch, still bitch
Making money is a bitch, still bitch
Packing guns is a bitch, but
still my heat bitch
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I say ain't that a bitch, just bitch
I'll fly high in the sky with
my rooftop ladies
Said she wanna fly high just to be my baby
She just wants to kick it,
she just wants to kick it
with my rooftop ladies
Said she wanna fly high just to be my baby
She just wants to kick it,
she just wants to kick it
OG like
C .O .B. till a nigga got gray hair
Haters wanna kill me, cops never play fair
Got the
West on my back, cause I ain't scared
Street life soldier,
heater keep smoking like a peace pipe
Put you in the breeze like
Doja
Being nice is over,
Fm
Oprah
Death to my enemies,
a shot to the head took my good friend's memory
He don't even remember me,
even though it's his head that fucked mine up mentally
Fuck his leg,
I'ma bust him in his head
Dozen shots and cousin to have
a discussion with the dead
If I slip up and they touch me
with the lead
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them suckers wanna cuff me to the bed
Listen, the underbelly of society is speaking
If it's beef you're seeking,
you should aspire to be a vegan
If you speaking on green,
I'm thinking you preaching
my chain shining brighter than a beacon
whenever cheddar's the subject
My beret'll hold you niggas
up better than crutches
And a nigga know it ain't right
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Give me your money, your guns, or your life
in the sky with my rooftop ladies
Said she wanna fly high just to be my baby
She just wants to kick it
OG
I'm high in the sky with my rooftop ladies
Said she wanna fly high just to be my baby
She just wants to kick it
OG
Just me and my dream
I'm mad dog
Hoes say crooked mean
Even when he smile, dude mad
Nigga brown durag
When I step out them
Gripping on my pistol while
I'm sipping on my
Cisco
And the block is hotter than
chicken when it's sizzling in
Crisco
For sure
The bristles say she's stripping
She pop pizzles and sniff blow
I don't give a damn
Your man don't like it, I crush
the niggas' millican
Hollow tips, killer man,
shots spin you in mid -air
Cause where I'm from, it's
nothing to slaughter
Niggas bust guns when they oughta
Put a slug in your daughter,
turn your sons into martyrs
Movin' like sharks when
there's blood in the water
Squeeze the trigonometry on a 40 cal,
you lust
Subtract you down to dust,
divide your wig, plus
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Knock us square out, you cowards when
shots ring to the third power
I'm super glued to
Long
Beach, I'm stuck in my ways
Niggas know I'm ballin',
Don't check sound scan,
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better check pound scan
I high in the sky with my rooftop ladies
Say she wanna fly high just to be my baby
She just wants to kick it,
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she just wants to kick it
West
Coast stand up,
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me and my three bitches
Guns, money, life, love all three
C .O .B.
Nigga!
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