
4Eva Cap-1 (Ft. Verse Simmonds)
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[Pre-Chorus: Verse Simmonds]
These niggas wanna see me dead
These niggas wanna take my head
I'ma real one, we don't ever die
I'ma load it up and we gon' ride
All my life I've been about the streets
Won't let you niggas get the best of me
I'ma get this money, stack it high
They gon' order it and I'll supply
[Chorus: Verse Simmonds]
And I feel like I'ma live forever
Yeah I feel like I'ma live forever
Swear to God yeah I'ma live forever
Yeah I feel like I'ma live forever
[Verse 1: Cap-1]
I jumped off of the porch young niggas had curfews
Done seen it all, done it all even got war wounds
Done drove em all, fuck em all then......
My lawyer fightin case now shit I got caught too
I stayed down with my religion I ain't talkin horse shoes
And that Maserati feel good love how that Porsche move
Came up from the bottom nigga, niggas always worry about another nigga
I was never bothered I just went and get it buncha politicking like a politician
Soul searchin with my bottom bitches
RIP to my nigga dead and gone, you know we miss him
On the block hustlin pourin liquor
Goin up until I go out with ya
Name livin like a legend though
May the champagne be your only pain
Streets turnt us all to some animals, we here
These niggas wanna see me dead
These niggas wanna take my head
I'ma real one, we don't ever die
I'ma load it up and we gon' ride
All my life I've been about the streets
Won't let you niggas get the best of me
I'ma get this money, stack it high
They gon' order it and I'll supply
[Chorus: Verse Simmonds]
And I feel like I'ma live forever
Yeah I feel like I'ma live forever
Swear to God yeah I'ma live forever
Yeah I feel like I'ma live forever
[Verse 1: Cap-1]
I jumped off of the porch young niggas had curfews
Done seen it all, done it all even got war wounds
Done drove em all, fuck em all then......
My lawyer fightin case now shit I got caught too
I stayed down with my religion I ain't talkin horse shoes
And that Maserati feel good love how that Porsche move
Came up from the bottom nigga, niggas always worry about another nigga
I was never bothered I just went and get it buncha politicking like a politician
Soul searchin with my bottom bitches
RIP to my nigga dead and gone, you know we miss him
On the block hustlin pourin liquor
Goin up until I go out with ya
Name livin like a legend though
May the champagne be your only pain
Streets turnt us all to some animals, we here
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