death row

Lyrics

i was on death row, i ain't never met snoop, i ain't never met suge, nigga livin' like a thug, like i'm 'pac though, i knew i could hit my cause for that glock though, when the times got hard, i was sellin' coke, wanted mama on my side, had to let her know, 17, i bought a nine, had to let it blow, now a nigga on the grind, i got 5 on my schedule, herbo really quiet, i get loud 'bout my cheddar though, really was outside, on the 9 with beretta's, oh, no bap, i ain't lying, i got 5 on my schedule, so if i text outside, come outside, how i tell her, i ain't regular, i knew she was a vibe when i met her, i rock thousand dollar sweaters, bitches love me like coachella, told her, "gimme some", i respect you, don't address me like i'm anyone, bitch is messy thick, that she got her titties done, oh, she a dime in her city, huh, she like lemon-lime with her henny, huh, you ain't choosin' niggas, you get diamonds from any of 'em, run away girl, i could line up with 20 of 'em, but that ho so fine, it don't mean me none, bro you tried to smash, she ain't give him none, still got a slide in my ride with a 50 drum, city dumb, i can't have no fun, i got 50 guns, nigga, i was on death row, i ain't never met snoop, i ain't never met suge, nigga livin' like a thug, like i'm 'pac though, i knew i could hit my cause for that glock though, when the times got hard, i was sellin' coke, wanted mama on my side, had to let her know, 17, i bought a nine, had to let it blow, now a nigga on the grind, i got 5 on my schedule, all that dumb shit i did, really was it worth it though?, don't define me by my past, ain't nobody perfect though, i wasn't thinkin' 'bout the consequences, it was working though, i jumped head first in the trap, but i had that bitch twerkin' though, aye, who you workin' for? tell me what you lurkin' for, he just gettin' money, what you gotta merk him for?, seeing niggas fakin', that shit erkin' though, but i'ma pull up on him when it's perfect though, i could tell you what i'm worth, or you could search it though, hands greasy, 'bout that chicken, like i'm churches though, city bad, but my block was like the worstest though, i couldn't lack, i took my glock inside the church before, summer time, like the hood having curses, i ain't never lied in my verses, i ain't never lied when i'm merchin' it, couple opps ain't survive out them surgeries, i was on death row, i ain't never met snoop, i ain't never met suge, nigga livin' like a thug, like i'm 'pac though, i knew i could hit my cause for that glock though, when the times got hard, i was sellin' coke, wanted mama on my side, had to let her know, 17, i bought a nine, had to let it blow, now a nigga on the grind, i got 5 on my schedule