1985 - Live
Yea-yea
(Uh) So many things that I've done in this world
I just look back in awe and all I can do is listen
Shorty is my favorite flavor and she is so delicious
Sometimes I wanna give up but I don't cuz I'm persistent
Come in with the heat
I'm telling you all i can't take defeat
I hate all yall niggas i will not repeat
Watch out for the bloodshed all over the street
Say i'm a weirdo
Letting my tear go
Shoot through the window
The neck never below
But how would he know
Price is at zero
He built like flamingo
Well bitch i'm a hero
Well bitch I'm a hero
What's the cost of a dime when you don't even have shit
All of these people
You can lose something and it really get tragic
When It gets sad I have to rely on the antidepressants
We pull up on to block
Put you in a coffin
And if yo gang want smoke
Then we'll let em have it
(Ye)
You don't want smoke wit the gang
I was down bad no fame
Now I rock VVS chains
Niggas want smoke let it bang
Uh
Run to the guap
Life is a race
Going so fast
A very fast pace
Going so fast you cant even see me
These lyrics go hard you better believe me
I dont give a fuck bout how you perceive me
The end of the day i will still achieve the
Things that i want
I roll up my sleeves then i get to work
You niggas is hurt
But i stay alert
You filthy like dirt
Wait
(Uh) So many things that I've done in this world
I just look back in awe and all I can do is listen
Shorty is my favorite flavor and she is so delicious
Sometimes I wanna give up but I don't cuz I'm persistent
Come in with the heat
I'm telling you all i can't take defeat
I hate all yall niggas i will not repeat
Watch out for the bloodshed all over the street
Say i'm a weirdo
Letting my tear go
Shoot through the window
The neck never below
But how would he know
Price is at zero
He built like flamingo
Well bitch i'm a hero
Well bitch I'm a hero
What's the cost of a dime when you don't even have shit
All of these people
You can lose something and it really get tragic
When It gets sad I have to rely on the antidepressants
We pull up on to block
Put you in a coffin
And if yo gang want smoke
Then we'll let em have it
(Ye)
You don't want smoke wit the gang
I was down bad no fame
Now I rock VVS chains
Niggas want smoke let it bang
Uh
Run to the guap
Life is a race
Going so fast
A very fast pace
Going so fast you cant even see me
These lyrics go hard you better believe me
I dont give a fuck bout how you perceive me
The end of the day i will still achieve the
Things that i want
I roll up my sleeves then i get to work
You niggas is hurt
But i stay alert
You filthy like dirt
Wait
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Writer(s): 4lexander Morales
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