7 4

When I die, don't show no pity
Send my soul to Gangster City
Dig a hole six feet deep
And lay two staffs across my feet
Put two shotguns 'cross my chest
And tell my Folks I did my best
7-4-14, 720 degrees, that's 'til the world blow, nigga

(OK Connor!)

One time for Larry Hoover
One time for Alabama
One time for all the shooters
Pratt City to Atlanta
This is for all the gangstas
We grow and we develop
We grow and we develop
We grow and we develop
One time for Larry Hoover
One time for Alabama
One time for all the shooters
Pratt City to Atlanta
This is for all the gangstas
We grow and we develop
We grow and we develop
We grow and we develop

This is for George Floyd
This for Breonna Taylor
This is for all the people
That's darker than they neighbors
They told us we was equals
They gave us freedom papers
They gave us every reason
To give 'em all our labor
Black Wall Street
They burned it down to ashes
Tulsa, Oklahoma
We was over quota
Them crackers want us dead
But they ain't shit without us
My people built this country
You better never doubt us

One time for Larry Hoover
One time for Alabama
One time for all the shooters
Pratt City to Atlanta
This is for all the gangstas
We grow and we develop
We grow and we develop
We grow and we develop

They underestimated me
That was your first mistake
I've been through hell, so I can tell
If you a fucking snake
I crashed the whip, ain't have no time
To hit the fucking brake
Y'all wouldn't play about that shit
If you knew what's at stake
Granddaddy gone, I couldn't
Make it back home for the wake
Coronavirus had the
Whole nation in a plague
With resolution execution
Had to come in play
We wearing masks to fight the virus
And to hide our face

One time for Larry Hoover
One time for Alabama
One time for all the shooters
Pratt City to Atlanta
This is for all the gangstas
We grow and we develop
We grow and we develop
We grow and we develop

(One time for Larry Hoover, One time for Alabama...)



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Writer(s): Gregory Williams
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