die with me (remix) - kc ruskii lyrics
[intro]
cormill, these n-ggas sound crazy
[verse 1: kc ruskii]
yeah, i done lied and cheated, i wouldn’t trust me either
all the plays i caught, i should’ve been a receiver
i got some n-ggas locked in, i got some brothers in the ground
i pour a four in a two liter, codeine, my phone might drown
and no matter where i’m at i got some gas in the leaf
‘member when they k!lled jay, was thirteen, still had a squeak
and we swept all the opps, we d-mn near a street sweeper
and we cannot forget, we d-mn near all need jesus
i pour a pineapple fanta out with my brother rylo
we tryna stay out the system, yeah, we all duckin’ five-o
shots took for all my n-ggas gone, pour a lil’ remy
should’ve seen his face when i pulled down in that hemi
i been that n-gga, and i know that they doubt it
yeah, this my b-tch, and i can’t leave out without it
yeah, i’m rockin’ vvs, and all your diamonds, they cloudy
and it’s some gas in this ‘wood, you know we smokin’ exotic
can’t leave my fam in the hood, n0body got ’em, i got ’em
i came straight out hamilton, that’s where i be
young n-ggas on the paper route, but we not pre
we got our sticks and we pull up inside of suvs
this music crack, i keep my stash inside of usbs
them goons robbin’ sh-t at nighttime
her p-ssy taken, but her throat mine
i want the neck just like a clothesline
two twin rugers and they both mine
[chorus: kc ruskii & kollision]
okay, ten-two, thirteen years old (yeah, all about the sports)
back in ’15, was sixteen years old (like i’m high, jumped off the porch)
then ’17, had that thing on go (and you get torched)
through all this bling, all these things don’t show (yeah, yeah)
if you call me brother, make sure you gon’ die with me
he an undercover, he can’t even ride with me
grew up with the gang, and now the whole squad in it (kollision)
b-tch, i’ma up a stick if you think ’bout tryin’ it (feed the family)
[verse 2: kollision]
’bout my respect and my loyalty, i’ll crash out ’bout it
i heard the opps walked him down and they ain’t even ride ’bout it
i know my n-ggas, they gon’ ride, won’t stop until they fox 5 it
i know some youngins with some guns older than them catchin’ bodies
instead of comin’ to school, they committed to the state
no father figure around to wipe them tears off mama face
my dawg could’ve been a quarterback (quarterback)
instead he at the table sackin’ quarter sacks
tell you how i give your mom a heart attack
[chorus: kc ruskii]
okay, ten-two, thirteen years old (yeah, all about the sports)
back in ’15, was sixteen years old (like i’m high, jumped off the porch)
then ’17, had that thing on go (and you get torched)
through all this bling, all these things don’t show (yeah, yeah)
if you call me brother, make sure you gon’ die with me
he an undercover, he can’t even ride with me
grew up with the gang, and now the whole squad in it
b-tch, i’ma up a stick if you think ’bout tryin’ it
[verse 3: rylo rodriguez]
i show no love, that sh-t brought me pain, yeah
go cheat on me, but not with the gang
i know rappers who still ain’t got back they chains
ride with the drac’ but it spit like wayne
we drop them pints in the mayweather, that’s a low blow
i’m locked in with kc, pray they free jojo
i know some k!llers who turned to rats, ain’t get exposed though
i seen some n-ggas who wasn’t homies turn to po-pos
that young n-gga serve the eight-ball out his side pocket
i don’t want my opps to take no pictures ‘less they autopsies
i run with k!llers like 300, but we ain’t spartan
i leave the private show and rock it like i’m james harden
me and kino got the same jewelry, we got the same lawyer
cartier tint, fourteen ray bans, i tell you
they call me rylo, but i don’t sell dog food
i pull up i8 without touching no food
i’m from the hood, ran some racks up, i’m ‘posed to
[chorus: kc ruskii]
okay, ten-two, thirteen years old (yeah, all about the sports)
back in ’15, was sixteen years old (like i’m high, jumped off the porch)
then ’17, had that thing on go (and you get torched)
through all this bling, all these things don’t show (yeah, yeah)
if you call me brother, make sure you gon’ die with me
he an undercover, he can’t even ride with me
grew up with the gang, and now the whole squad in it
b-tch, i’ma up a stick if you think ’bout tryin’ it
[outro]
if you call me brother, make sure you gon’ die with me
he an undercover, he can’t even ride with me
grew up with the gang, and now the whole squad in it
b-tch, i’ma up a stick if you think ’bout tryin’ it
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