CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Die A Legend
Brothers and sisters, our friends in Atlantia, Georgia
Dron is the one bro
That I see some enemies
Since this is the year of the Ballad of the Bullet
The Ballad of the Bullet explains itself
I feel like Dr. King on the balcony
Malcolm with the chop, another casualty
I'm Huey Newton in the wicker chair
I got it out the mud, I was living there
Perseverance turned me to a billionaire
Man the wolves feast with fine silverware
Wake up n***a focus, I'ma die a legend
Motivation for the hopeless n***a
God bless the child that hold his own
La Familia, Lord Benton, Don Corleone
I always stay loyal to my n***as that put me on
A diamond underneath the surface
Y'all gotta look beyond, I feel blessed
Ever since I been a father, more I fear death
A southern n***a but get love out on the midwest
I never bring these b*t*hes back to where my kids rest
Too paranoid, don't f**k around and get your wig pressed
Pistol on me, that's my only homie
I would've cut these n***as off a while back
If I had known they phonies
Don't just say you love me b*t*h, you better show me
Made n***a, Rigatoni, rest in bull strombolis
Rest In Peace to Gianna and Kobe
Can't comprehend God's plan to still question the holy
Listen, I won't cave in to the hoe sh*t
I'ma die a f**king legend, motivation for the hopless n***a
Dron is the one bro
That I see some enemies
Since this is the year of the Ballad of the Bullet
The Ballad of the Bullet explains itself
I feel like Dr. King on the balcony
Malcolm with the chop, another casualty
I'm Huey Newton in the wicker chair
I got it out the mud, I was living there
Perseverance turned me to a billionaire
Man the wolves feast with fine silverware
Wake up n***a focus, I'ma die a legend
Motivation for the hopeless n***a
God bless the child that hold his own
La Familia, Lord Benton, Don Corleone
I always stay loyal to my n***as that put me on
A diamond underneath the surface
Y'all gotta look beyond, I feel blessed
Ever since I been a father, more I fear death
A southern n***a but get love out on the midwest
I never bring these b*t*hes back to where my kids rest
Too paranoid, don't f**k around and get your wig pressed
Pistol on me, that's my only homie
I would've cut these n***as off a while back
If I had known they phonies
Don't just say you love me b*t*h, you better show me
Made n***a, Rigatoni, rest in bull strombolis
Rest In Peace to Gianna and Kobe
Can't comprehend God's plan to still question the holy
Listen, I won't cave in to the hoe sh*t
I'ma die a f**king legend, motivation for the hopless n***a
