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Lil Yee - Forever La Pt 2 Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, uh, uh, I never wanna hurt you, never wanna let you down
(I said I wouldn't let you down, never wanna let you down)
(Ramey, that's expensive)

[Chorus]
They say you live and you learn, you gon' die alone (Die alone)
And when my mama left the house, it was no longer home (No longer homer)
I run the streets with my bros on the front line (On the front line)
Get in my feelings turned niggas into victims from gun violence

[Verse 1]
Plan who we kill and we die for (Die for)
In no direction, you just runnin' with your еyes closed (Eyes closеd)
He DOA, he was dead on arrival (Arrival)
I don't wanna die young when my time go (Go)
With the shit, we strapped down in every time zone (In every tiem zone)
Jumpin' out of black trucks, rich as fuck, nigga, hold my wrist up Runnin' out of Maxfield, we just got Ricked up
Ridin' down Melrose, finna pour a brick up
You drop a diss, we get you hit, niggas get shit done, uh (Get shit done)
Imagine all the pain that we run from (That we run from)
Couldn't imagine, shit different where we come from (Where we come from)
2 a.m., ridin' through my city, where the love go?
Niggas want me dead now (Want me dead now), they on my head now (They on my head now)
They said I'm headed to a casket or I'm fed bound (What the fuck?)
Don't be ungrateful, you a nigga that I fed, clown
All we want is blue hundreds, paint the city red now
[Chorus]
They say you live and you learn, you gon' die alone (Die)
And when my mama left the house, it was no longer home
I run the streets with my bros on the front line
Get in my feelings turned niggas into victims from gun violence

[Verse 2]
Sirens, I don't fear nobody (Nobody)
And, yeah, I'm drinkin' Oxy's, I'm in my, out of my body
Yeah, heart racin', trigger finger inchin', 'bout a bag too
Forever LA, nigga, this shit bigger than a tattoo
I remember Big Bax was tryna show me what the MAC do (Nigga)
Shoutout Lil Pete, Cudi, I'm still from that Mac too
It's CDP-237, nigga, the cash rules
And I'm the bag man, I'll show you what this bag do (I'll show you what this bag—)
And, ha, but your face on your brother, you a tattoo
And I ain't with the Instagram trollin', I'll stamp you (Stamp)
The hotties (Ayy), no prollies (Prollies)
They 'bout bands and bodies
I want you to see like I see
Bitch, I don't fear nobody
Yeah, heart cold, wrist froze, money in the stash
Rick Owens, Chrome, seven thousand dollar pants
Plain Janes, we in black trucks when we land
Movin' like the presidents, the Benz white like the Klan
[Outro]
Violence, sirens, I don't fear nobody (Nobody)
And, yeah, I'm drinkin' Oxy's, I'm in my, out of my body
Yeah, heart racin', trigger finger inchin', 'bout a bag too
Forever LA, my nigga, this shit bigger than a tattoo
(Forever LA, my nigga, this shit bigger than a tattoo)