Life

[Jimmy Cash]

Top dogs stashing sawed offs chugging back swill
The realist and illest from these cold reservation hills
No hesitation will get you killed
Intimidation takes all you bills
So come out your pockets with your wallets
Or you mom will end up like Voletta Wallace
Who shot ya?!
You don’t know cuz we wore masks when we poped ya
6 shots to drop ya
Pick spots to hide out
But the streets talk, we gunna find out where ya at
Why you running, I thought your peeps had your back
Well mine got my back
Nine and sawed off 20 in the back pack
Box cutter in my sock
Last resort, fuck it, if I have to, I’ll throw rocks
You talking that bull shit, you better stop
Cuz I’ll crack your top, get your wig split
Together we’re in this
Coming with ill shit
Take it how ya want, the life I live is real
I know, I can vibe with ya, I feel
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