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Til' the Death Of Me
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Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
It's the catalyst
It's Mr. Chain Reaction, miss
If young Eazy get on a track, you know we 'bout to black on it
If young Eazy get on a track, you know we selling crack on it
Selling Johnny Quest, niggas know I'm 'bout that action shit
Baby girl, hit me some sweet passion
Baby girl, I'm passing out rations
Yeah, I'm a blood, now the type is in fashion
Fly niggas really out here capping
Contrary to popular belief, uh
Real niggas really out here lasting, uh
Contrary to popular belief, uh
Real niggas really out here blasting
In the club looking like a lighthouse
Hit the crib, then my bitch screamed out, "Lights out"
Off the top right now, I go really right now
Catch him on the mic, man, I might just white out
Man, I need my bitch to provide a fifty and a forty
Hundred and a nine
All my niggas on the grind and we tryna reclaim our time
I looked up and I seen the sign
She want me to come break her spine
Nigga wanna trap like I'm online
If it ain't a hundred, I might decline
Bitch, it's Ghost
Guns to the right, guns to the left of me
Been solid all my life, I'll be solid 'til the death of me
All I got is time, don't get lying tryna pressure me
Done damn near lost my mind, I'm trying not to lose the rest of me
Guns to the right, guns to the left of me
Been solid all my life, I'll be solid 'til the death of me
All I got is time, don't get lying tryna pressure me
Done damn near lost my mind, I'm trying not to lose the rest of me
Bitch, we the opposite
But I can't call you no opp 'cause you not opposition
Niggas too sloppy, they slipping
I learned from mistakes of my partners in prison
Nowadays, I'm all about business
A proper response for a proper incentive
Niggas couldn't stop me
They figured the proper response was to stop me from living
Don't know if they friends or they spies, bro
Hoes on my dick, what they ride, though?
Won't catch me slipping, I drive slow
I'm still scoping this shit, just my eyes slow
I know what I seen, what they saying ain't matching
I'm asking them boys what they lying for
When I go to sleep, I just think how to answer
When they ask them folks what I'd die for
Stay in your lane, bitch, it's game time
How you hating and praying at the same time?
Making me think who you placed with that made your heart
Ain't the nigga who made mine
Ain't made no plays in the dirt or the states
Still thinking we walking the same lines
Nigga, we ain't
Thinking you replacing me, nigga, you can't
Think about how many times that I should've died
And that I ain't dead yet
And how many times I ruined they lives
Just saying shit that I ain't said yet
She done fell in love with a drug dealer
Used to be in love with another nigga
I was selling drugs, trying to love bitches
And they wonder why I got trust issues with these bitches
Guns to the right, guns to the left of me
Been solid all my life, I'll be solid 'til the death of me
All I got is time, don't get lying tryna pressure me
Done damn near lost my mind, I'm trying not to lose the rest of me
Guns to the right, guns to the left of me
Been solid all my life, I'll be solid 'til the death of me
All I got is time, don't get lying tryna pressure me
Done damn near lost my mind, I'm trying not to lose the rest of me
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