These lyrics were submitted through RapPad Write Better Lyrics I was born in 95 in this land of do or die But doing all these drugs got me thinking suicide Who is I? be that guy In that poorly tinted, missing rims and, pig is looking in it With that fucking crooked eye All you fuckers could die And I be chilling with a crooked smile Guess I found my piece of pie So why you looking to the sky? Mother fucker look at me Say it to my fucking face, but dont give me no grace Tryna make some music for the children like Wu Tang did 1995 put the world at my finger tips GZA the genius liquid swords lose a limb Catch me shadow boxing with the beat and sipping some gin I was born in 95 in this land of do or die Fuck playing nice guy, that go Jesus crucified The scrutinize the ganja but I do it to survive Get a grip mother fucker dont slip and lose your mind These snakes aint in the rut, keep it cut, dont lose your life Got this blunt. Wanna smoke up? Then dont lose your light Now slow it down just a bit, yeah I think Im losing sight Cause King got Killed, but Bars got skills Tryna make some music for the children like Wu Tang Did 1995 put the world at my finger tips Raekwon, only built for Cuban Linx Can it all be so simple why I gotta overthink? Bitch Ill probably die, by the time I thirty five In a cadillac made in the year seventy five But if that be the case, then I got plenty time Leave my mark up on this land, go get yours and Ill get mine But if you in my lane thats a shame keep that in mind Tryna make some music for the children like WuTang did 1995 put the world at my fingertips RIP ODB return to the thirty six Shimmy shimmy ya, yeah I like it raw bitch!
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