Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can die tonight so today
I'm finna go get paid
I'm the violent type, so don't play
'Less you want your grave
We was in the hood, rent was late
Ain't have section eight
Had a .38 in the eighth, moved on 68th
Then they put us out, we was sleepin' on my auntie couch
Then she put us out, stomach growlin', stealin' from the Ralph's
If I pull it out, I'ma send a nigga to the clouds
Watch them bullets bounce
Fell in love with guns, I love the sound, yeah
From the sun up 'til the sun is down, yeah
Tryna run it up, I'm runnin' wild, yeah
From the sun up 'til the sun is down, yeah
Tryna run it up, I'm runnin' wild, yeah
I don't fear no man, only Allah got the upper hand
Lost too many friends, to the down the streets, I can't pretend
That I'll make amends, I know that the blood gon' spill again
Hangin' on them corners, same as hangin' from a ceiling fan
When I see my fans, I'm too paranoid to shake they hands
Clutchin' on the blam, don't know if you foe or if you fam
I don't got a plan, I'm just out here thuggin' 'til the end, yeah
Niggas know I'll never fold or bend, yeah
From the sun up 'til the sun is down, yeah
Tryna run it up, I'm runnin' wild, yeah
From the sun up 'til the sun is down, yeah
Tryna run it up, I'm runnin' wild, yeah
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