Till I Die

[Intro: J mane]
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Yea, yea, yea
FYB bitch
Gang, ayy
The fucking lable hoe
Gang, ayy

[Verse 1: J mane]
Goofy talking though we x'd him out the picture
I went Chiraq straight to Dallas and I am locked in with the killas
I am smoking dead opps I ain't mention we gorrilaz
Dead nigga disrespect me I might smack him with the blicka (Gang)
We got glizzy's, we got drac's, we got k's
Dead nigga counting hin Imma send him to his grave
FYB the fucking label, la familia in the gang
63rd 'till I die this shit running through my veins
Through my veins, through my blood all a nigga do is drug
Nigga run up on J mane wear his ass like a tug
Got my gun in the club, so these niggas know what's up
When you see me you better duck all I know is bup bup bup (Grrr)
Bup bup bup know a nigga on thе ground, that's another man down
[?]
Bup bup bup know a nigga on the ground, that's another man down
[?]

[Verse 2: Rosama]
I say bitch I'm with guys rеal hoover gang member
You might think I'm just a rapper, bitch I'm a grave digger
Real mobster, street sweeper, bitch I'm a made nigga
Throw his ass underwater [?]
I've been bumping Machiavelli
2Pac, hit him up
Load the clip, empty it
Now pick yo partner up
Red beams on the glizzy and a scope on the same
Pop when that balloon releases it blow out the candle lights bitch (fuh fuh)
You gon' loose alone
He gon' need inhaler
[?] bullets in his chest
He gon' need a ventilator
Vix vapors, jumper cables
It's some shit just to stand
He was calling for his rapper but got picked up by Ember lane (by Ember lane)

[Outro]
JP beats