Mcqueen Fiend

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Michael Wayne Atha, better known by his stage name Yelawolf, is an American rapper. He is currently signed to Shady Records, Ghet-O-Vision, Interscope Records, and has since founded his own independent record label, Slumerican Records. more »

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“Mcqueen Fiend” (Remix)
Verse 1- Caskey
Got it out the mud
They caught my hands red but
That’s because they covered in the blood
Of my enemies they sucking up my energy enough
Yeah this gun light
But its gonna heavily erupt
Ima gods child
But my bank like a Rothschild
They see the balance probably wonder why I’m hostile
They hear the verse and can’t believe that its a freestyle
I freed myself from selling powder grams and weed piles
I don’t cease fire
I shoot until they retire
Raise the bar again and make em reach higher
I son a rapper every time I let a beat expire
Im beating down the door for everything that we desire
Im in the house and doing kush ups
You wanna see a star? Well then come and look at me
You don’t look up
Im plugged in its effortless for me to get the hook up
And just as effortless for me and Yelawolf to cook up
Ima McQueen fiend
I never turn on the team
I turned the tv off to turn up my own dreams
I turned the book of faith
Im burning it at the seems
And I look nice but everything aint what it seems
Hook- Caskey
Ima McQueen fiend I’m lit
Im off lean
Im gone get so rich I tip my offspring
I went from down bad
And fits with tall t’s
To whips that’s so fast
I can’t control speed
You can’t control me
Im moving through the city at my own speed
Man I heard that y’all was hating on the new ride
You just mad I aint the old me
Verse 2 - Yelawolf
Yeah fuckin with the old me
Old me was a killer now I'm Obi Wan Kenobi
Took off on that chopper with your girl in open toes
Had her screamin in the orange grove yellin at the OG
Oh gee too much product on the table
Had to delegate the weight left a couple out disabled
Couldn't keep up with the hustle shouldn't run out with the players
On the court with all them ballers with the hand to rock the cradle
Sleep sleepin on me keep em quiet never wake em
When this heavy wind is blowin they retire I replace em
The fallen leaves up under me they pile up when I rake em
I burn 'em like a chief c'est la vie I do not save em
Put in work especially for those who in the earth
When I pass the torch I want my light to be deserved
Therefore when I offer up my time don't go blind
Wear your aviators for the radiation of my purge
I'm a star, the God's sun with the God's son
In that box son not a Datson get it right
I'm a star the odd one with the rock one
And my clock spun backwards in time Jim Morrison
A star chrome on the dirty car
And I wouldn't give a hater porridge in a dirty jar
But I give a prayer to Allah
And if Jesus wanna save you he can do it when I'm off
Kanye got em busy and I'm sweepin up the halls
On the clock with every angel that's available to brawl
Do your job the gate is opened up who got a sword
You got an automatic and I've got a mic cord
Do your job Slumerican you fuckin with the mob
Drop a million in the bank before the private plane take off
I wouldn't say it if it wasn't real that ain't the cause
That's cause and effect success, no applause
That's Forbes magazine, creekwater, no pause
Just red light runnin Elohim green gods I'm an alien

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