Live By The Gun by Young Yadda Lyrics
Imma live by the gun and die old in Miami
You can tell how it’s cut
From the name on the baggy
When I was thirteen
I sold stamps through the allies
Gun poking bout my jeans
Duck and hiding from the tassy
All we do is try to snatch the bag
And make moves like a taxi cab
Who I am nigga ask ya dad
I’m from where coke exchange for cash
And kids skip class
Rather sell dope than pass
With dimes the size of a crawfish
Had the block jumpin
Doing tricks like a dolphin
Made niggas nauseous
Had to break my young niggas off
Cause they charged us
All they use to do is tip us off
To where the narcs is
And every time a nigga pulled up
They would park it
Gino use to watch the door for us
With the long grip
If anybody took a dirt nap
They belong there
Play the rules we all win
With that said
Imma live by the gun and die old in Miami
You can tell how it’s cut
From the name on the baggy
When I was thirteen
I sold stamps through the allies
Gun poking out my jeans
Duck and hiding from tassy
Yea I heard you ain’t hear
About my side of town
That’s what make it obvious to me
That you don’t get around
Yea my city getting down
Flew out west to get the pounds
All we do is Fed ex and UPS shipments now
Met the plug at In-N-Out
Told him how I feel about
The opportunity for my crew to make a living now
That was then and this is now
Now we thinking bigger now
Use to run the floor and now we
Own the whole building now
Now we thinking millions now
Same shit I been about
Now I’m positioned in a way
Where we can get it now
Wanna break my niggas out
Then I’ll get a bigger house
Type of shit I think about
Tryna big my bank account
Imma live by the gun and die old in Miami
You can tell how it’s cut
From the name on the baggy
When I was thirteen I sold stamps through the allies
Gun poking out my jeans
Duck and hiding form the tassy
You can tell how it’s cut
From the name on the baggy
When I was thirteen
I sold stamps through the allies
Gun poking bout my jeans
Duck and hiding from the tassy
All we do is try to snatch the bag
And make moves like a taxi cab
Who I am nigga ask ya dad
I’m from where coke exchange for cash
And kids skip class
Rather sell dope than pass
With dimes the size of a crawfish
Had the block jumpin
Doing tricks like a dolphin
Made niggas nauseous
Had to break my young niggas off
Cause they charged us
All they use to do is tip us off
To where the narcs is
And every time a nigga pulled up
They would park it
Gino use to watch the door for us
With the long grip
If anybody took a dirt nap
They belong there
Play the rules we all win
With that said
Imma live by the gun and die old in Miami
You can tell how it’s cut
From the name on the baggy
When I was thirteen
I sold stamps through the allies
Gun poking out my jeans
Duck and hiding from tassy
Yea I heard you ain’t hear
About my side of town
That’s what make it obvious to me
That you don’t get around
Yea my city getting down
Flew out west to get the pounds
All we do is Fed ex and UPS shipments now
Met the plug at In-N-Out
Told him how I feel about
The opportunity for my crew to make a living now
That was then and this is now
Now we thinking bigger now
Use to run the floor and now we
Own the whole building now
Now we thinking millions now
Same shit I been about
Now I’m positioned in a way
Where we can get it now
Wanna break my niggas out
Then I’ll get a bigger house
Type of shit I think about
Tryna big my bank account
Imma live by the gun and die old in Miami
You can tell how it’s cut
From the name on the baggy
When I was thirteen I sold stamps through the allies
Gun poking out my jeans
Duck and hiding form the tassy