Till I Die by Tayyib Ali Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm on one, fuck it, I'm on three
Philly shit, you niggas know exactly who I be
ONE AND ONLY Ali
I gotta blow, homie quick to deliver like domino
And he got a trouble, we phenomenal, I had it, bro
You better believe and lately I been blowing my Gs
Just stacking my Gs, on my grind, tryina get my rhymes better
So I can get rich and get my cheddar, talk, whatever
HUSTLE HARD, you'd rather get a job
No, never, only time, no telling when we gone
You better pop and wait, berrettas in the uptown ghetto
Somebody momma crying and the air shot was flying
[Chorus]
Man, I gotta get out, what the fuck?
It's just crazy where I come from, man
It gets real out here
We just in the penthouse, man, just smoking
Just looking down on all this shit
[Verse 2]
Purple drinks sipping, bad bitch getting
STILL FUCKING HOES, 4-4 still tipping
All my niggas on the block are either in the prison
A Philadelpher, yeah, ho, that's who to get it
I'm just young and I made it out, progress what all about
GETTING DOUGH and lodge a mouse and trapping out my momma house
Now I'm tryina get my momma house
Cause I know she deserve it, even though I wasn't perfect
My legacy's so worth it
I been timing with these words, on my block they got them birds
And choppers, titties top, man splattered on the curve
Fuck what you heard, man, I'm just staying out of trouble
Riding for kindness tryina make the money double
AND I'M BALLING on these niggas like I'm Doctor J
Ali, you, I got it from my 10-4, you want the yay, I got it, too
Pull up, baby, what it do, sold that brick for 52
SWAGGING to the max, me and my hippies saying such a fun
Just like the studio, I'm feeling like a million
Made it right on temp shit, I'm swagging 'till I DIE
Swagging till I DIE
I'm on one, fuck it, I'm on three
Philly shit, you niggas know exactly who I be
ONE AND ONLY Ali
I gotta blow, homie quick to deliver like domino
And he got a trouble, we phenomenal, I had it, bro
You better believe and lately I been blowing my Gs
Just stacking my Gs, on my grind, tryina get my rhymes better
So I can get rich and get my cheddar, talk, whatever
HUSTLE HARD, you'd rather get a job
No, never, only time, no telling when we gone
You better pop and wait, berrettas in the uptown ghetto
Somebody momma crying and the air shot was flying
[Chorus]
Man, I gotta get out, what the fuck?
It's just crazy where I come from, man
It gets real out here
We just in the penthouse, man, just smoking
Just looking down on all this shit
[Verse 2]
Purple drinks sipping, bad bitch getting
STILL FUCKING HOES, 4-4 still tipping
All my niggas on the block are either in the prison
A Philadelpher, yeah, ho, that's who to get it
I'm just young and I made it out, progress what all about
GETTING DOUGH and lodge a mouse and trapping out my momma house
Now I'm tryina get my momma house
Cause I know she deserve it, even though I wasn't perfect
My legacy's so worth it
I been timing with these words, on my block they got them birds
And choppers, titties top, man splattered on the curve
Fuck what you heard, man, I'm just staying out of trouble
Riding for kindness tryina make the money double
AND I'M BALLING on these niggas like I'm Doctor J
Ali, you, I got it from my 10-4, you want the yay, I got it, too
Pull up, baby, what it do, sold that brick for 52
SWAGGING to the max, me and my hippies saying such a fun
Just like the studio, I'm feeling like a million
Made it right on temp shit, I'm swagging 'till I DIE
Swagging till I DIE