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I like this right here, this my type of shit
This my lane man (Never crash)
Aye Cino
We gotta give's the real once and for all man (so sick of this shit)
(Fuck you talkin' bout, Fuck) You hear me
Yea, Look
When I die just remember me and what I did in this life so vividly, Yea
When I die look don't even cry, you gonna still feel my presence every time I fly by, Yea
When I die it's gonna be celebration, Middle fingers up to everybody that hated Yea, Shit
I think I need to write my will Cuz, this exactly how I feel for real, Ha
Nowadays I be aware of my surroundings cause these fake niggaz will have your ass leaking like a fountain but
I can't go like Mitch did in that hallway, shit be real this ain't acting this ain't broadway
In the field shit get active like in broad day, Well shit you know how the Mob play
And when I die don't even bury me I ain't tryna be six feet under
I ain't try get carried by my brothers but I Love'em
(Pardon me brother, as you stand in your Glory)
As you standing in your glory now
(I know you won't mind if I tell the whole story) huh
Can I gonn tell my story now
(Pardon me brother, as you stand in your Glory)
Pardon me, Stand in your glory Now
(I know you won't mind if I tell the whole story)
Do you mind Let me tell my story (the smoke clears)
Tha smoke clears soon as step inna room I, took a while to pop out I had to groom I
Become the best me up to date I assumed I
Be considered as A great at sixteen
Spittin' 16's
When I Was 15
Feelin' like them bars was cold enough to make history
Hit tha bar and found A Gypsy, looking freakishly tipsy
Gave me a glimpse of tha future as she told me she Miss Me
Cause she can tell that i'm leaving and never coming back
Not tryna be stuck where ain't no money at
If it ain't providing Peace can't be involved wit that
Never gettin sleep like an insomniac
I remember riding late in tha Pontiac, bass beat tha ground like it's tryna bring a zombie back
Stay relaxed imma Win ain't nothing wrong wit that
I do my best but always feel like bad Karmas back
So where too
If every way turns A dead end
And what's life if all you seem to have is dead friends
Gain tha world and you ain't got no one to share wit
Cherish tha moments they weigh more that's Trill Playa Shit!
(Pardon me brother, as you stand in your Glory)
(I know you won't mind if I tell the whole story)
This my lane man (Never crash)
Aye Cino
We gotta give's the real once and for all man (so sick of this shit)
(Fuck you talkin' bout, Fuck) You hear me
Yea, Look
When I die just remember me and what I did in this life so vividly, Yea
When I die look don't even cry, you gonna still feel my presence every time I fly by, Yea
When I die it's gonna be celebration, Middle fingers up to everybody that hated Yea, Shit
I think I need to write my will Cuz, this exactly how I feel for real, Ha
Nowadays I be aware of my surroundings cause these fake niggaz will have your ass leaking like a fountain but
I can't go like Mitch did in that hallway, shit be real this ain't acting this ain't broadway
In the field shit get active like in broad day, Well shit you know how the Mob play
And when I die don't even bury me I ain't tryna be six feet under
I ain't try get carried by my brothers but I Love'em
(Pardon me brother, as you stand in your Glory)
As you standing in your glory now
(I know you won't mind if I tell the whole story) huh
Can I gonn tell my story now
(Pardon me brother, as you stand in your Glory)
Pardon me, Stand in your glory Now
(I know you won't mind if I tell the whole story)
Do you mind Let me tell my story (the smoke clears)
Tha smoke clears soon as step inna room I, took a while to pop out I had to groom I
Become the best me up to date I assumed I
Be considered as A great at sixteen
Spittin' 16's
When I Was 15
Feelin' like them bars was cold enough to make history
Hit tha bar and found A Gypsy, looking freakishly tipsy
Gave me a glimpse of tha future as she told me she Miss Me
Cause she can tell that i'm leaving and never coming back
Not tryna be stuck where ain't no money at
If it ain't providing Peace can't be involved wit that
Never gettin sleep like an insomniac
I remember riding late in tha Pontiac, bass beat tha ground like it's tryna bring a zombie back
Stay relaxed imma Win ain't nothing wrong wit that
I do my best but always feel like bad Karmas back
So where too
If every way turns A dead end
And what's life if all you seem to have is dead friends
Gain tha world and you ain't got no one to share wit
Cherish tha moments they weigh more that's Trill Playa Shit!
(Pardon me brother, as you stand in your Glory)
(I know you won't mind if I tell the whole story)
Credits
Writer(s): Keijuan Smith
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