It's been Born Alone, Die Alone
Ain't no crew to keep my throne
Watch ya mouth Maricon
Big Queens know where I'm putting on
Why would I lie, Look at these eyes
F*ck is you seeing inside
Niggas is really alive
Slide, ride, glide never surprised
Niggas down and out
Show and prove what we really about
Gang here watch how niggas come up
Ten toes yeah we keep it buck
My dick you could give a suck
Never meant no disrespect
Bitches show my dick respect
Some do it for a check
This why I aim for necks (Uh)
Can't trust it, Can't bust quick
You niggas be moving too suspect
Know the Opps gon' hate and I love it
We could go nigga private or public
Never pause that, no broke back
These niggas be flocking no Kodak
Niggas get the lockjaw just know that
Forman to his grill, Yea close that
Said I just been plottin low
Peep the Opps they like Obstacles
If these Niggas don't Move then I'm finna Boom It
Get Me the Guap and Go
I been smoking the pack
Coughin
All this death got a nigga exhausted
I just wanna stack funds and be off this
Leave a legacy 'fore I'm in a coffin
Baby ask If I'm okay, No
Is you buggin, I ain't budging
For nothing, no minimum wage
Red Bottoms and Designer
She finer deserve everything
Dear Mama
I been wilding, Been tryna move calmer
Tryna stay on this earth lil longer
But the hate on my back, Can't get off me
Saucin, Off It
Tyson, Jackson
2-3, 4-5
Bitch it dont matter
Jordan, I shoot for the Action
Cause Damage, feel the Pain
Be the Man, for the Fam not the Fame
If I got it I got it, and if it change up
Know all of my love still the same
Money, Power and Respect
Yeah everybody want it!
Phone ringing, who the f*ck is this?
Callin' 5 up in the morning?
Get the crust out of my eyes
Money calling on the line!
Yeah we really on the road
All my niggas on the grind! Aye aye!
Hate it or love it, You know that we on it!
24/8 on the run like I'm Kobe
I've just been stressing, The hunger is real
A lot on my mind, I'm just being honest
You see this smile on my face?
Baby thinking that I'm okay!
Ima dance in the rain, Ima flex through the pain
Ima roll me some dope, And I don't feel a thang!
Finessed all them packed,
Aint f*cking with niggas, Kuz niggas be rats
Moving so militant, Packing them ruger clips
Look how they took Blaxk
Aint feeling you niggas
You niggas is dub stay rollin in packs, Thats wack
I Tripled my worth then hitting up saks
I'm getting this dripp attached
Driving the latest while hitting ya baby
Me and A going krazy on em packs
Secret society keepin they eye on me
I cannot fall for they trap
Me and Dre rollin regular
But dont get ahead of ya tracks
Kuz you kud get hit right back
Straight hallows they be ripping ya back
GANG
BORN ALONE x DIE ALONE (feat. Tev) Video (MV)
Performed By: LA SALA
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Christopher Moronta, Joshua Moronta, Justin Polanco, Tevin Carter
LA SALA - BORN ALONE x DIE ALONE (feat. Tev) Lyrics
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English
It's been Born Alone, Die Alone
Ain't no crew to keep my throne
Watch ya mouth Maricon
Big Queens know where I'm putting on
Why would I lie, Look at these eyes
F*ck is you seeing inside
Niggas is really alive
Slide, ride, glide never surprised
Niggas down and out
Show and prove what we really about
Gang here watch how niggas come up
Ten toes yeah we keep it buck
My dick you could give a suck
Never meant no disrespect
Bitches show my dick respect
Some do it for a check
This why I aim for necks (Uh)
Can't trust it, Can't bust quick
You niggas be moving too suspect
Know the Opps gon' hate and I love it
We could go nigga private or public
Never pause that, no broke back
These niggas be flocking no Kodak
Niggas get the lockjaw just know that
Forman to his grill, Yea close that
Said I just been plottin low
Peep the Opps they like Obstacles
If these Niggas don't Move then I'm finna Boom It
Get Me the Guap and Go
I been smoking the pack
Coughin
All this death got a nigga exhausted
I just wanna stack funds and be off this
Leave a legacy 'fore I'm in a coffin
Baby ask If I'm okay, No
Is you buggin, I ain't budging
For nothing, no minimum wage
Red Bottoms and Designer
She finer deserve everything
Dear Mama
I been wilding, Been tryna move calmer
Tryna stay on this earth lil longer
But the hate on my back, Can't get off me
Saucin, Off It
Tyson, Jackson
2-3, 4-5
Bitch it dont matter
Jordan, I shoot for the Action
Cause Damage, feel the Pain
Be the Man, for the Fam not the Fame
If I got it I got it, and if it change up
Know all of my love still the same
Money, Power and Respect
Yeah everybody want it!
Phone ringing, who the f*ck is this?
Callin' 5 up in the morning?
Get the crust out of my eyes
Money calling on the line!
Yeah we really on the road
All my niggas on the grind! Aye aye!
Hate it or love it, You know that we on it!
24/8 on the run like I'm Kobe
I've just been stressing, The hunger is real
A lot on my mind, I'm just being honest
You see this smile on my face?
Baby thinking that I'm okay!
Ima dance in the rain, Ima flex through the pain
Ima roll me some dope, And I don't feel a thang!
Finessed all them packed,
Aint f*cking with niggas, Kuz niggas be rats
Moving so militant, Packing them ruger clips
Look how they took Blaxk
Aint feeling you niggas
You niggas is dub stay rollin in packs, Thats wack
I Tripled my worth then hitting up saks
I'm getting this dripp attached
Driving the latest while hitting ya baby
Me and A going krazy on em packs
Secret society keepin they eye on me
I cannot fall for they trap
Me and Dre rollin regular
But dont get ahead of ya tracks
Kuz you kud get hit right back
Straight hallows they be ripping ya back
GANG
Ain't no crew to keep my throne
Watch ya mouth Maricon
Big Queens know where I'm putting on
Why would I lie, Look at these eyes
F*ck is you seeing inside
Niggas is really alive
Slide, ride, glide never surprised
Niggas down and out
Show and prove what we really about
Gang here watch how niggas come up
Ten toes yeah we keep it buck
My dick you could give a suck
Never meant no disrespect
Bitches show my dick respect
Some do it for a check
This why I aim for necks (Uh)
Can't trust it, Can't bust quick
You niggas be moving too suspect
Know the Opps gon' hate and I love it
We could go nigga private or public
Never pause that, no broke back
These niggas be flocking no Kodak
Niggas get the lockjaw just know that
Forman to his grill, Yea close that
Said I just been plottin low
Peep the Opps they like Obstacles
If these Niggas don't Move then I'm finna Boom It
Get Me the Guap and Go
I been smoking the pack
Coughin
All this death got a nigga exhausted
I just wanna stack funds and be off this
Leave a legacy 'fore I'm in a coffin
Baby ask If I'm okay, No
Is you buggin, I ain't budging
For nothing, no minimum wage
Red Bottoms and Designer
She finer deserve everything
Dear Mama
I been wilding, Been tryna move calmer
Tryna stay on this earth lil longer
But the hate on my back, Can't get off me
Saucin, Off It
Tyson, Jackson
2-3, 4-5
Bitch it dont matter
Jordan, I shoot for the Action
Cause Damage, feel the Pain
Be the Man, for the Fam not the Fame
If I got it I got it, and if it change up
Know all of my love still the same
Money, Power and Respect
Yeah everybody want it!
Phone ringing, who the f*ck is this?
Callin' 5 up in the morning?
Get the crust out of my eyes
Money calling on the line!
Yeah we really on the road
All my niggas on the grind! Aye aye!
Hate it or love it, You know that we on it!
24/8 on the run like I'm Kobe
I've just been stressing, The hunger is real
A lot on my mind, I'm just being honest
You see this smile on my face?
Baby thinking that I'm okay!
Ima dance in the rain, Ima flex through the pain
Ima roll me some dope, And I don't feel a thang!
Finessed all them packed,
Aint f*cking with niggas, Kuz niggas be rats
Moving so militant, Packing them ruger clips
Look how they took Blaxk
Aint feeling you niggas
You niggas is dub stay rollin in packs, Thats wack
I Tripled my worth then hitting up saks
I'm getting this dripp attached
Driving the latest while hitting ya baby
Me and A going krazy on em packs
Secret society keepin they eye on me
I cannot fall for they trap
Me and Dre rollin regular
But dont get ahead of ya tracks
Kuz you kud get hit right back
Straight hallows they be ripping ya back
GANG
Writer: Christopher Moronta, Joshua Moronta, Justin Polanco, Tevin Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid