Dying To Live
Mm, na na na na na na na
Ian gotta say I'm real
You can see that in my actions
Anytime my gang had smoke
They seen me there without them askin
This shit just gotta be in you
This ain't shit that you can practice
I was at lil Travis funeral
I couldn't even look up in that casket
My gang up in my blood
I throw them 4's up wit a passion
Ian never paid for pussy
I get hoes just wit my fashion
That boy know he a bitch
He get round hoes now he a savage
They think this beef shit fun
Til they get rolled up into ashes
Niggas dyin forreal
Lost my cousin I sat in that church
Just cryin forreal
Tell yo folks you love em
Can't get back that time forreal
Keep them percs away
It's niggas out here dyin to pills
They new to the streets
It's niggas out here dyin to kill
While I'm just dyin to live
I never been selfish wit shit
I been the kind to give
I'll never let you suffer alone
I'm the kind to heal
I'll never put my pain on nobody
It's mine to feel
Bitch I been dead broke
Where wasn't shit in my pocket
So don't ask me why I'm laying low
I'm just waiting to pop it
Had to go find me a hustle
Give a fuck about who knock it
Where I'm from it's kill or kill
Gettin killed wasn't never no option
I worked for all this shit
So you can't never say I'm cocky
Them faces disappeared
When Ian have shit in my pocket
My niggas put they faith up in
This choppa wit no optics
It's crazy how my life story
Done brought me plenty profit
I can't expect you to feel the shit I say
If yeen come from nun
We raising soldiers on my side
Weon run from nun
His nigga got shot in his eyes
He got a gun for nun
My nigga died when he got out
They made his bond for nun
His nigga got shot in his eyes
He got a gun for nun
My nigga died when he got out
They made his bond for nun
Ian gotta say I'm real
You can see that in my actions
Anytime my gang had smoke
They seen me there without them askin
This shit just gotta be in you
This ain't shit that you can practice
I was at lil Travis funeral
I couldn't even look up in that casket
My gang up in my blood
I throw them 4's up wit a passion
Ian never paid for pussy
I get hoes just wit my fashion
That boy know he a bitch
He get round hoes now he a savage
They think this beef shit fun
Til they get rolled up into ashes
Ian gotta say I'm real
You can see that in my actions
Anytime my gang had smoke
They seen me there without them askin
This shit just gotta be in you
This ain't shit that you can practice
I was at lil Travis funeral
I couldn't even look up in that casket
My gang up in my blood
I throw them 4's up wit a passion
Ian never paid for pussy
I get hoes just wit my fashion
That boy know he a bitch
He get round hoes now he a savage
They think this beef shit fun
Til they get rolled up into ashes
Niggas dyin forreal
Lost my cousin I sat in that church
Just cryin forreal
Tell yo folks you love em
Can't get back that time forreal
Keep them percs away
It's niggas out here dyin to pills
They new to the streets
It's niggas out here dyin to kill
While I'm just dyin to live
I never been selfish wit shit
I been the kind to give
I'll never let you suffer alone
I'm the kind to heal
I'll never put my pain on nobody
It's mine to feel
Bitch I been dead broke
Where wasn't shit in my pocket
So don't ask me why I'm laying low
I'm just waiting to pop it
Had to go find me a hustle
Give a fuck about who knock it
Where I'm from it's kill or kill
Gettin killed wasn't never no option
I worked for all this shit
So you can't never say I'm cocky
Them faces disappeared
When Ian have shit in my pocket
My niggas put they faith up in
This choppa wit no optics
It's crazy how my life story
Done brought me plenty profit
I can't expect you to feel the shit I say
If yeen come from nun
We raising soldiers on my side
Weon run from nun
His nigga got shot in his eyes
He got a gun for nun
My nigga died when he got out
They made his bond for nun
His nigga got shot in his eyes
He got a gun for nun
My nigga died when he got out
They made his bond for nun
Ian gotta say I'm real
You can see that in my actions
Anytime my gang had smoke
They seen me there without them askin
This shit just gotta be in you
This ain't shit that you can practice
I was at lil Travis funeral
I couldn't even look up in that casket
My gang up in my blood
I throw them 4's up wit a passion
Ian never paid for pussy
I get hoes just wit my fashion
That boy know he a bitch
He get round hoes now he a savage
They think this beef shit fun
Til they get rolled up into ashes
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