Calboy – Dying To Live Freestyle | Lyrics Video

Lyrics “Dying To Live Freestyle” – Calboy

I done lost life four members since I’ve been on this trip
And like josh’s with his son I done wreck the whip
They said jay was shooting the gun, dudda took a hit
That s**t is crazy had your baby still can’t trust that b**ch

And then Annie left me
She like boy you broke my heart you was way to selfish
I was thinking about the s**t i did so young and helpless
I was days I gave my wrist a split no one can help it
Ain’t s**t you could tell me

F**k you thought this what big shotgun where mama live
At 19 bought mama crib tell them n**gas I own s**t
It was me and Ryan sneaking fashing pills like Jack’n Jill
Oh I love you so so, I been wishing you was here
And you know it long live Keon n**gas know just what we on
Little bad ass was always swinging
N**gas like that what he on

I stay down on ten toes asking me questions i did four
N**gas be jacking then been h*es
You ain’t telling me nothing I didn’t know
We could more then a dent on em
Gang signs hanging out the window
New opp in the air when the wind blow
Spot his ass we could blast yea low
But his mans he could prolly get the end low

Expeditiously long live Wesly
I swear your lessons was gifted to me
And you ain’t hit south ben you broke ass can’t get to
Remember n**gas when killed for
N**gas made it to the billboard, n**ga made history, ey

And b**ches be calling me where was you when i stuck
I told that b**ch she can’t get not a buck
N**gas want stuck wit me then it’s us
Everywhere i go i keep that b**ch tucked
Shout at me when i was just back at home
Every n**gas wit me never got touched
You toting 30’s that still ain’t enough
Cracking wit me and them boys know what’s up

You ain’t never lost no soldiers
you ain’t never got your heart broke huh
Punk ass n**gas tried to take the whole bag
you feel like Marco huh
We the real kings you n**ga punk you punks got .. huh

Just flew my fish up in the sea
But you ain’t no shark no huh
I done made it through the storm
These n**gas ain’t believe me
Try to share you wealth wit n**gas
They get extra greedy
You to be on the east side
From out of bounds that where you see me
Caught with that bread you’ll end up dead
My boys get even steven…

➤ Written by CalBoy
Produced by RayBandzz
CalBoy | 2019

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