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AUGUST 08 – 21 Lyrics

21 Lyrics – AUGUST 08

Broke my sister’s heart
Drove my mother’s car
Into the ground (Into the ground, into the ground)
Drove my friends away
Pray my mother’s safe
On the Eastside (Eastside)
Where niggas die

They said I’ll never make it to twenty-one (Twenty-one)
Now I’m twenty-something
And I’m alive, I’m alive
They said I’ll lose myself, with no one safe
Play with the law, you catch a case
But I’m alive, I’m alive

Slammin’ dominoes
For fried chicken with Ke
Messy bitches on me
They’d pay to see me fall
I’m just a stones throw
Not far away
You ever need me, just call me
I’ll pick up the phone
I’m probably home

They said I wouldn’t make it to twenty-one (Twenty-one)
Now I’m twenty-something
And I’m alive, but DJ died (Oh, no)

But momma on the North side of Long Beach
My daddy in Compton
We just made up
Was it fate, love [?]
The sky, come alive (Alive, alive, alive)
In the night, in the night
The sky, come alive
Come alive, come alive

We ain’t scared of you, we ain’t scared of you
We ain’t scared of you, we ain’t scared of you
We ain’t scared of you, we ain’t scared of you
We ain’t scared of you, we ain’t scared of you
We ain’t scared of you, we ain’t scared of you
We ain’t scared of you, we ain’t scared of you

I want it but don’t really need it
All this pain I pour up in the litter
Keep a gun ’cause I know niggas plottin’
Better watch on your partners, they plottin’
Got a hunnid rounds in this chopper
I’m in traffic with you, [?]
Sent the beast, to go and get my guala
I’m a [?] abyss to the dollars
Christian Dior or the Prada
WeBB he be saucin’ designer
I got the drip from my momma
All my life I’ve been a problem
Ten bands on a bitch
Came from robbin’, hittin’ licks
But I’m [?] than a bitch
I’m just tryna get rich
They told me to focus, I lost it
All of these drugs, I’m off it
Please don’t try me, I lost it
Heartbreaker, girl, I’m heartless