95 by Marty Bars Lyrics
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I was born in 95 in this land of do or die
But doing all these drugs got me thinking suicide
Who is I? be that guy
In that poorly tinted, missing rims and, pig is looking in it
With that fucking crooked eye
All you fuckers could die
And I' be chilling with a crooked smile
Guess I found my piece of pie
So why you looking to the sky?
Mother fucker look at me
Say it to my fucking face, but don't give me no grace
Tryna make some music for the children like Wu Tang did
1995 put the world at my finger tips
GZA the genius liquid swords lose a limb
Catch me shadow boxing with the beat and sipping some gin
I was born in 95 in this land of do or die
Fuck playing nice guy, that go Jesus crucified
The scrutinize the ganja but I do it to survive
Get a grip mother fucker don't slip and lose your mind
These snakes ain't in the rut, keep it cut, don't lose your life
Got this blunt. Wanna smoke up? Then don't lose your light
Now slow it down just a bit, yeah I think I'm losing sight
Cause King got Killed, but Bars got skills
Tryna make some music for the children like Wu Tang Did
1995 put the world at my finger tips
Raekwon, only built for Cuban Linx
Can it all be so simple why I gotta overthink?
Bitch I'll probably die, by the time I thirty five
In a cadillac made in the year seventy five
But if that be the case, then I got plenty time
Leave my mark up on this land, go get yours and I'll get mine
But if you in my lane that's a shame keep that in mind
Tryna make some music for the children like Wu-Tang did
1995 put the world at my fingertips
RIP ODB return to the thirty six
Shimmy shimmy ya, yeah I like it raw bitch!
I was born in 95 in this land of do or die
But doing all these drugs got me thinking suicide
Who is I? be that guy
In that poorly tinted, missing rims and, pig is looking in it
With that fucking crooked eye
All you fuckers could die
And I' be chilling with a crooked smile
Guess I found my piece of pie
So why you looking to the sky?
Mother fucker look at me
Say it to my fucking face, but don't give me no grace
Tryna make some music for the children like Wu Tang did
1995 put the world at my finger tips
GZA the genius liquid swords lose a limb
Catch me shadow boxing with the beat and sipping some gin
I was born in 95 in this land of do or die
Fuck playing nice guy, that go Jesus crucified
The scrutinize the ganja but I do it to survive
Get a grip mother fucker don't slip and lose your mind
These snakes ain't in the rut, keep it cut, don't lose your life
Got this blunt. Wanna smoke up? Then don't lose your light
Now slow it down just a bit, yeah I think I'm losing sight
Cause King got Killed, but Bars got skills
Tryna make some music for the children like Wu Tang Did
1995 put the world at my finger tips
Raekwon, only built for Cuban Linx
Can it all be so simple why I gotta overthink?
Bitch I'll probably die, by the time I thirty five
In a cadillac made in the year seventy five
But if that be the case, then I got plenty time
Leave my mark up on this land, go get yours and I'll get mine
But if you in my lane that's a shame keep that in mind
Tryna make some music for the children like Wu-Tang did
1995 put the world at my fingertips
RIP ODB return to the thirty six
Shimmy shimmy ya, yeah I like it raw bitch!