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TiyGangAce
TiyGangAce
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Alex Marion III
Alex Marion III
Songwriter

Lyrics

Got a passion for this shit I put my heart up in it
And it's long live Tank we TTA, same **** I started with it
I tried my best to be the greatest and a good father figure
I'm losing my mind thinking 'bout blood all the time
Don't know how my father did it
See I got demons in my head
Sometimes I pray they go away
Momma said the way I'm living
I'm too stashed away from the grave
'Fore I let these **** take me going out blowing fully drac
Just pray for me and hold yo head
I promise shit gon be okay
Searching for the opps
Get a lo' then we bendin'
That lil hoe said she love me
But I don't know might be pretendin'
She just wanna ride the wave
We on road to the richest
My bro just called my phone
Saying "Grind, ain't got time for these bitches "
'Fore I walk out the house
Stuff my Glock wit' extensions
This way my cards was dealt
But all I know we stand on business
When I be off the drugs
Can''t lie I'm feeling different
Soon as we scope the drop
Walk up and don't shoot from a distance
I'm with the same ****
We in the car four deep, four gen, four chops
Lil ****, my gang different
Told lil bro 'fore he hop out
Blow that switch
Make sure he aim wit' it
He said "Brother I got you, gon' kill these ****"
He vile, he ain't missing
Told that bitch if she wanna be part of the five
Then she better play her part
Found out the girl was a hoe
I know I'm gangster
But that shit hurt my heart
Nothing I gain from that
Sad to say I'm glad we grew apart
Fuck that I'm done with love
It's safe to say 'cause that shit left me scarred
Fuck it I'm done with love
She done left me wit' plenty wounds
Told her go hit the streets
'Fore I let that hoe come pick and choose
Just know them table turns
That get back be so critcal
Prolly go fuck her friend
And I'm tryna make sure it stick wit' you
Searching for the opps
Get a lo' then we bendin'
That lil hoe said she love me
But I don't know might be pretendin'
She just wanna ride the wave
We on road to the richest
My bro just called my phone
Saying "Grind, ain't got time for these bitches "
'Fore I walk out the house
Stuff my Glock wit' extensions
This way my cards was dealt
But all I know we stand on business
When I be off the drugs
Can't lie I'm feeling different
Soon as we scope the drop
Walk up and don't shoot from a distance
Written by: Alex Marion III
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