strung out
True.Love.Gang. w/ I-rich655 Plays
•07 Oct 2018
addicted to a lifestyle I've yet to even taste.. but u can't say that I'm not gucci...cause thats the labels name.. fitted down w that lauren, got Calvin round my neck.. bad bitch thats by my side and she leave a silouhette.. we hungry for that chip stack..were 30 days and pushing... me I'm turning to a beast..she racking up the cushion... 100 dollar bills keeps us in the top position.....we open up them doors when opportunities in question.. catch us in the yuk tint brighten up that candy paint.. color of an angel w no halo far from sadi's place.. the devil trying to bribe me but my hands r always idle.. catch em on that wood grain my hancock on the title... swerving thru the traffic never sober and we macking bitches.. making drops so big I got a trimmchic who b granting wishes.. mobbing like we organized we all about the profits... we look out for the fallen ones who look at us as prophets..recognize a saint cause we labled here as sinners.. annonymous to one-times and feds they can't contain us..nothing close to famous and infamous as my name says... playing w the Russians but them bullets ain't named yet... ride till the sun set the world is for the taking.. upon my shoulders sit tribulations that I'm making.. no judge or a jury and still they execute me guilty till I'm innocent im fighting for whats left of me
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addicted to a lifestyle I've yet to even taste.. but u can't say that I'm not gucci...cause thats the labels name.. fitted down w that lauren, got Calvin round my neck.. bad bitch thats by my side and she leave a silouhette.. we hungry for that chip stack..were 30 days and pushing... me I'm turning to a beast..she racking up the cushion... 100 dollar bills keeps us in the top position.....we open up them doors when opportunities in question.. catch us in the yuk tint brighten up that candy paint.. color of an angel w no halo far from sadi's place.. the devil trying to bribe me but my hands r always idle.. catch em on that wood grain my hancock on the title... swerving thru the traffic never sober and we macking bitches.. making drops so big I got a trimmchic who b granting wishes.. mobbing like we organized we all about the profits... we look out for the fallen ones who look at us as prophets..recognize a saint cause we labled here as sinners.. annonymous to one-times and feds they can't contain us..nothing close to famous and infamous as my name says... playing w the Russians but them bullets ain't named yet... ride till the sun set the world is for the taking.. upon my shoulders sit tribulations that I'm making.. no judge or a jury and still they execute me guilty till I'm innocent im fighting for whats left of me
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