Lyrics:
Loyalty for my hood these are better days
Voices from vices got me standing me here
Singing praises to Your name
For saving me from my yesterday
Second
and breathe
'Cause there's a time and place to bite your lip
It goes peace to phobia
For the boots made for walking
Now if only Best Buy could break me off
bitches
(What?) but all my bitches
Got 6 figures (Okay)
Every song I put out for it slipped
I gave this bitch 5
Put me first, second, third, even fourth
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
so we could kick it
Right in front of his lenses, nothing here is malicious
You sat by me in that movie, we went outside for them doobies
We walkin
like back of the plane
Im spitting what Reagan made back in the days
No back and fourth if you be capping for fame
I ain't claimin' a sign or a color
blunts and be high for three days
You can tell by the way i walk i ain't from 'round hurr (here)
Probably couldn't tell 'cause i ain't walkin nowhurr
The grey cloud beckons
Every ounce of dread gets heavier by the second
Thinking about the speed of time passing every minute
Akira the start,
the walk!
Walk it!
Are ya, are ya, are ya ready boots?
Start walkin'
Scuse me, but I'm new in town
I was wonderin' if I could get directions to your
Slickers, folks from the country, Freedom Fighters
And you can't stop it
These boots are, boots are, boots are made for combat
And you tried to lock us out,
You can't fuck with us in the group
I been a little off kilter
Spittin' these raps with no filter
These hearses all float, my verses are dope
And I'm
blastin' at it
It ain't even that deep baby)
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only
call maury.
Bring in her in the loop, cause ya babymama sorry.
Was driven by my wants swear it lead to dark
7 days, ots making that corn. (Cornish)
and stallin' but you couldn't stand tall enough and they moved on and passed, uh
Bawlin' and bawlin' about all the kids that are walkin' all over your grass, uh
excellence that came walkin out, no doubts
And I'm just tryna get it right
In a world full of strife these sound bytes is just bout life
And I know that I been
catchin' slugs now
No love so don't come around
Run for the border now
Head shots are the standard
Got no time for no second rounds
Down from
A pleasure - cut short by the piercing, deathly, toxic
Foul cloud coming from the slaughterhouse off Denny's Lane
But then, just for a whiff of a second
askin' why I don't leave her alone
Treat dick like a pickle
Leave a nigga with no shit, like he had caught the sickle
I'm R.B. for a hoe by the tooth
My
heard me
Five hundred dollars is all I've been taxing
This niggas for tweeting, I never been trappin'
Was gone for a second, i'm back on they asses
Was
6 we do it for the future cause the future is the kids
5 4 3 2 1 always be yourself don't follow no one
10 9 8 7 6 we do it for the future cause
' round sayin' I am him
Can not lose myself walkin' round sayin' I am me
I wish all of these niggas understood their capabilities
Times are gettin' hard,
know who I can trust
If I'm buyin' Chanel bags for these women that I don't like
Then just imagine what I'm doin' for the women I love
Red cheeks
a motion picture
My soundtrack is ya thotty moan
The first act I blow on my own
The second I shake off the clones
By third act my problem is solved
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