230 Lyrics

[Intro]
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)

[Chorus]
We all tryna run from the devil, we know that he follow
I been sippin' on this lean, hope it kill all my problems
I be thinkin' to myself, "How the f*ck they killed Collins?"
That shit was love every time, he was more than a partner
We was in the mall, Duke saw an opp, I begged him not to pop him
I'm still a savage, told him my heart was tellin' me try to stop him
I talked to Boosie on the phone, he said, "Keep your gun, stay cautious"
That shit is sad, we kill each other, don't know how to prosper

[Verse 1]
We all kill, but it hurt when they takе one of ours
We start bustin' on them guns and that shit givе us power
You in the streets, you tote your fire, you might as well say your vows
To make your family cry a river, might as well grab a towel
They spray his block up with a stick, I hit back, but goddamn
That shit there catch me off-guard, you chillin', hear them rounds
I survived, I'm still hear, I watch all my surround
Free the guys, yeah, we the guys, they get back, goin' down
2:30, baby, won't you meet me by the Benz?
You drop the addy, it go down, we spinnin' in the bend
Won't cry for opps, I cry for friends, I know they tied in
Lawyer cannot be questioning when you was sliding
2:30, baby, won't you meet me by the Bean?
Send the addy on an opp, you know we goin' in
Matter fact, I got a show tonight (Yeah, yeah)
I'll just send the bro to slide

[Chorus]
We all tryna run from the devil, we know that he follow
I been sippin' on this lean, hope it kill all my problems
I be thinkin' to myself, "How the f*ck they killed Collins?"
That shit was love every time, he was more than a partner
We was in the mall, Duke saw an opp, I begged him not to pop him
I'm still a savage, told him my heart was tellin' me try to stop him I talked to Boosie on the phone, he said, "Keep your gun, stay cautious"
That shit is sad, we kill each other, don't know how to prosper

[Verse 2]
10:30, comin' in the house, I got the stick
The reaper callin', people callin', know I'm droppin' hits
I ain't talkin' 'bout the hits that make you listen (Not no song, bro)
But I'm talkin' 'bout the hits that make a quick ten (They make a gun blow)
Bustin' his gun, he mad, he know that they out there f*ckin' on his baby mom
Baby, let's have us some fun
Lil' f*ck nigga play, off with his head, he gone
Niggas must thought I was done
I'm doin' whatever, all on side my songs
He must think I'm dumb
I'm way different from what I was on
Cat done got your tongue
Speak your mind, don't sit there like you numb
Niggas know I ain't frontin'
They know that I really came from nothin'

[Chorus]
We all tryna run from the devil, we know that he follow
I been sippin' on this lean, hope it kill all my problems
I be thinkin' to myself, "How the f*ck they killed Collins?"
That shit was love every time, he was more than a partner
We was in the mall, Duke saw an opp, I begged him not to pop him
I'm still a savage, told him my heart was tellin' me try to stop him
I talked to Boosie on the phone, he said, "Keep your gun, stay cautious"
That shit is sad, we kill each other, don't know how to prosper

[Outro]
Two-thirty, baby, won't you meet me by The Bean?
I been sippin' on this lean, hope it kill all my problems
That shit is sad, we kill each other, don't know how to prosper
Thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight
Will I see you at the show tonight?
Will I see you at the show tonight?
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)

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