GRAY TIL I DIE (feat. Pella daGoat)

North, fucking side, bitches, it's gray till I die Gotta keep a burner on me, I got murder on my mind You know it's North, fucking side, bitches, it's gray till I die Gotta keep a burner on me, I got murder on my mind Aye, it's that R-O-M-E-G-E-O-R-G-I-A, that's where I'm from You can catch me on the south side of Lindale down in them slums And it's gray flags with these body bags, I give these bitches a run Yeah, you know that I'm gon' kill the scene, it's all gon' be red rum F*ck it, boy, hey, try me up and if You Live, you gon' be lucky, boy Aye, I'ma size you up and give your ass something to remember when I get back again My heart be cold like the end of December, yeah, tell your friends Aye, matter of fact, I'm goin' to jail again, nah, I ain't ever goin' back to hell again Nah, I don't smell ya, man, but I ain't with all them dog pounds, I can't tell you nun Aye, f*ck it, boy, you know I be with the ghosts, and that's why I keep my face pale Y'all talk the most, but y'all gotta hit that state cell Cause y'all motherfuckers would probably go sit on the stand While I be standing on my seven, and whack a bitch on demand, it's G Seven North, fucking side, bitches, it's gray till I die Gotta keep a burner on me, I got murder on my mind You know it's north, fucking side, bitches, it's gray till I die Gotta keep a burner on me, I got murder on my mind This that G-E-O-R-G-I-A, Bellwood Heights, is where I stay They got stacks on deck, no one to fade, that's U-P-T, shit, choppa play Boy C Town, the hardest, we shoot regardless Put a red dot on your white tee, bitch, you a mascot for Target If you want it, gone and start it, we see more beef than Arby's I ain't never tucked my tail, I showed up on your porch, retarded Loco, juedo, chasing pesos, my boy Pedro got that payload On the way from Cross the Border, It gon' come through in a quarter Don't text me bout the order, call me once and I'll call back She not my child, I can't support her, I was raised on Project Pat I ain't dating hoes or saving hoes and I ain't paying for no pussy Don't get pushy, cause you coming incorrect, will get you smoked like this Kushy, bitch This shit too easy, bitch, believe me, ain't no question why we winning Ain't no questions if you listened, if they didn't, f*ck em, spin em I can't fake it or pretend it, bitch, I always been authentic, call me Pella daGoat Lil' cracker, cold as f*ck, just like Christmas, bitch North, fucking side, bitches, it's gray till I die Gotta keep a burner on me, I got murder on my mind You know it's north, fucking side, bitches, it's gray till I die Gotta keep a burner on me, I got murder on my mind Cwa to the mother fucking grave, sixteen six lmf, pale face shit, y'all know what the f*ck going on, No love straight hate, this shits real that shits fake, real pale face riders shit