Dead Or Alive
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•04 Jul 2022
Gold Child momma told me she had cancer it blew a niggas mind, there wasnt no cure momma said doctors kept giving her bad news, so she stopped going to the doctors her death date was in 2012/ She still alive life is hard sometimes but i gotta get it, how get it out the mud, straight from the slums hustled my ass off bloods thicker then water, but water dont bleed niggas proceed gotta find a way out, feelin lika trap/ im independent all alone no band im tryna expand businesses, no eye witnesses, no trace, no case nobody found a bodyso free my nigga tell its backwards there's chapters to this game called life, r.i.p to the real niggas,smook free da real niggas/ i dont trust nobody, trust issues make me feel so uncomfortable/ if you say you gone ride then ride, ima die bout mine/ feel my pain, staying in my own lane when it rains it pours im shooting for the stars i got scars nobody know about im thugging it out shout out for this beat, im tryna get a record deal,but music aint for me, i just love making music/ im bout what i talk though No Deal i know a couple real niggas thata kill niggas, the devils getting the best of me, no new friends i riding solo money over everything fuck a bitch send her back to her manz, ima get money ima get money and fuk a bitch money over everything its hard to love bitches picking and choosing i could neva wife a hoe ima just take that lose, run it back like a running back i stayed wit the pack you want it i got it, fuking wit da plugs so you know they gunna make sure im straight, never looking back/
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Gold Child momma told me she had cancer it blew a niggas mind, there wasnt no cure momma said doctors kept giving her bad news, so she stopped going to the doctors her death date was in 2012/ She still alive life is hard sometimes but i gotta get it, how get it out the mud, straight from the slums hustled my ass off bloods thicker then water, but water dont bleed niggas proceed gotta find a way out, feelin lika trap/ im independent all alone no band im tryna expand businesses, no eye witnesses, no trace, no case nobody found a bodyso free my nigga tell its backwards there's chapters to this game called life, r.i.p to the real niggas,smook free da real niggas/ i dont trust nobody, trust issues make me feel so uncomfortable/ if you say you gone ride then ride, ima die bout mine/ feel my pain, staying in my own lane when it rains it pours im shooting for the stars i got scars nobody know about im thugging it out shout out for this beat, im tryna get a record deal,but music aint for me, i just love making music/ im bout what i talk though No Deal i know a couple real niggas thata kill niggas, the devils getting the best of me, no new friends i riding solo money over everything fuck a bitch send her back to her manz, ima get money ima get money and fuk a bitch money over everything its hard to love bitches picking and choosing i could neva wife a hoe ima just take that lose, run it back like a running back i stayed wit the pack you want it i got it, fuking wit da plugs so you know they gunna make sure im straight, never looking back/
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