Cut Here to Open 21g// Neva Die

Young sober nigga At the function double cup the milk Keep my shades on I hate eye contact Look at my outfit instead I see dark mamacitas like my retinas dead They downing hella margaritas Treat the floor like a bed RIP my big homie Reg I can't believe that you're gone I feel your spirit in the air You was the one that believe in me when nobody did You probably chilling at the pearly gates puffing a square Tell God I'm tryna make it And I'm still at the bottom Matter fact give him The phone let me holla at him Hello father it's me again I know I'm drowning in sin In these streets tryna make it I pray I never give up I'm a heartless artist I take the beat and rip it apart I'm a starving artist I'm hoping that I really blow up Everything is saucy We playing Marvin Gaye on the farm I'm not homophobic I masturbate to lesbian porn If I die Dont cry Just hit my fucking line We talking till stars burn I'll see you again Never in my life have I rolled with a gang My shadows my only accomplice I'm moving alone I'm a firm believer of god a righteous man But don't ask me bout the Bible I'm not a fan I'm come in peace my nigga I'm never throwing hands But Fuck my enemies and the niggas who's owe me Rand's How many salaries you need to feed another man How many calories you need to be the bigger man Bigamist jumping from bitch to bitch he'll prolly die quick Pussy is power So powerful It'll devour a coward leave you mumbling like courage the cowardly dog In the darkest of hours Have some courage don't be so cowardly dawg Kneel down and pray on some khumbaya my lord But I think it's too late to empower you dawg Just take the L and roll an L on your way to hell And hopefully you reincarnate as a better man If I die Dont cry Just hit my fucking line We talking till stars burn I'll see you again