Five Hundred Dollar Candles
You're proud of that fact that you're, you're in the gang (from Lime Hood, yup)
Lime Hood, but you're proud of the fact that you're a Blood, why is that?
Why? (Yeah)
'Cause I'm down, I'm down for it
'Cause I'm a true
I'm a true
I come from the heart
But why? Why, why be in a gang, what's in it for you?
What's in it?
Well, you get killed, right?
Yeah
You mean some of your friends been killed?
Yeah
So (for a simple cause)
What's the simple cause?
Of bein' a Blood
On Rosecrans off gin and juice
On Rosecrans off gin and juice
'Round here, niggas ain't got shit to lose
Young niggas off the chain and they gettin' loose
LA niggas with the bullshit
You better not step to me wrong
I'll burn five hundred dollar candles
Will they mourn me when I'm gone?
39 and I'm still bangin'
I can't get out if I wanted to
All I did was document my life
I ain't put that red rag in front of you
My first album had the world lit
Hit the hood and brought that Hummer through
Finally got the Impala candy-painted
Show you out-of-towners what that summer do
Started off with 60 niggas with me everywhere I went
120 cups inside a summer jam tent
I went from broke fantasizing 'bout Christina Aguilera
To puttin' TVs in the dash of my mama's Xterra
This is real shit
I'm spittin' bars from the gun niggas get killed with
I had to cover my son and let that steel spit
I talked about it in songs, niggas got real sick
Dre thought that I was just rappin'
I told 'em I had bodies, no cappin'
Nigga, this the new Compton
2005, my whole life got live
Picture a gang member on the cover of the Vibe
Tell 'em why it's west side
'Cause LA niggas with the bullshit
You better not step to me wrong
I'll burn five hundred dollar candles
Will they mourn me when I'm gone?
On Rosecrans off gin and juice
On Rosecrans off gin and juice
'Round here niggas ain't got shit to lose
Young niggas off the chain and they gettin' loose
They don't put me on the set at Rolling Loud
AK-47 only way I move the crowd
This my life, it's more than music
A lot of niggas rap but I was born to do it
Took my mama two days to give birth, and how I repay her?
Goin' through her motherfuckin' purse
It's crazy how she loved me after all my dirt
Nigga disrespect her, he gon' touch the earth
If it's me or my niggas, then I'ma die first
Go on my 'Gram, put that pic of me and Dom on some shirts
It's all fun and games 'til that super soaker squirt
You lost somebody you love, I know it hurt
I got two dead brothers, one dead father
A mama with a pacemaker, two sons, and a daughter
I got a lot to live for but I ain't scared to die
I got this Hennessy and my nigga Dom Kennedy, west side
Them LA niggas with the bullshit
You better not step to me wrong
I'll burn five hundred dollar candles
Will they mourn me when I'm gone?
Them LA niggas with the bullshit (bullshit)
You better not step to me wrong (step to me wrong)
I'll burn five hundred dollar candles (dollar candles)
Will they mourn me when I'm gone? (When I'm gone)
How long?
Yeah
How long?
Uh-huh
Yup, straight like that, yeah (step to me wrong)
Five hundred dollar candles
When I'm gone, yeah
Uh, not step to me wrong
Five hundred dollars candles
Will they mourn me when I'm gone? (Yeah)
Gone, haha, I'm gone, yeah
Yup
Autor(es): Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Dom Kennedy
