leather pants in the tenth grade My pen blaze, now we in the wind gate, killin' haze Put this shit back in order, do it like the crack days Stack up,
: (feat. King Gordy) [TV News cast] In breaking news, seven people dead, thirty-five wounded after another suicide bomber strikes in a bus stop in Northern
'm finna Enter brain waves Pain from insane days Make you sick Like bad mayonnaise TECH N9NE Got the remedy Rhyme infinity Criminally Finna be some shit I'll crack
Throw some candy on the caddy, chucked a duece, and act a fool Man it feels good when it happens like that Two days from going back to selling crack,
many different ways I've seen shady days Homies switchin' up Who I never thought were bitch enough Got me amazed I blame it on the crack bag The gobble
Nobody ever said life was gon' be easy But damn Just a kid, moms died when I was seven Pops died, eleven, what's up with heaven? It's hell when you're
I'm smokin' Remember those days when I went to bed hungry All I ever ate was white rice and honey Big dreams in my head empty my tummy Might crack a
days when I went to bed hungry All I ever ate was white rice and honey Big dreams in my head empty my tummy Might crack a smile but ain't nothin funny
' rich Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by I was tired of not having shit Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by
child I want to hang on eighty-seven corners act wild on Stoney Isle Better school her, so presence is your seed in society Parks of envy jealous niggaz crack
? (Yo yo yo, no no, chill chill, nah nah, hold up homie) We takin' over Gimme your girl, gimme your keys to your four do' Explorer Yo Lu-Nile, crack
in your face, ain't even your friend Probably have to blast him if you see him again And if you don't blast him you'll get shot in the head Seven days
new home where you could keep the folks I don't see how this side of you could be provoked (Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago) Funny what, seven days
living how he supposed ya know [Yo Gotti] I got sixteen 28 grams broke down to dimes What's my life like nigga its a constant grind You got seven eight
we gon' do in ninety-two Even though we had fun in ninety-one Wonderful my days, all things comin' down Run up on the new sound, leavin' cracks in the
Girl, (New Ghost Face) Yeah to glorious days Yeah God, check it out y'all We back, yes yes y'all (Fake roller derbies) Yeah, Masked Avengers We're here