Lyrics:
the gang then
Damn I miss my lil nigga
Yeah that was my lil nigga
Young nigga kept a pistol
Yeah he got gunned down by the
Hands of a fuckin' lame nigga
Uh,
the urge to jump
Watch my life whizz by, fast forward flash
But hold on boy, I feel alive
Don't wanna look behind me
Don't wanna look beneath me
Every
a stand search my home land stood hand in hand
Came up on grand things ain't been the same since we left the blame
All the hate and shame had to expose
the moment
I can't see where I'm going
Until the ground is gone beneath my feet
I make new rules every day
Guided by my mistakes
Always need to tweak
a man
If you know me then you know I keep a plan to keep some money in my hand
If you know me then you know I'll bleed
You don't know me ask somebody
Nuttin bout you, your crew, because you talk shit
I'm the Lethal Weapon boy, ridin the apocalypse
If you're in my way, then lay beneath the ground soon
the orders in his hand
Said I'm gonna to take my trip
To the promised land
Casey Jones
Stepped into the cabin
Casey Jones
Orders in his hand
Casey Jones
With both hands close to my horn
So can I get a beep beep? {*beep beep*} (Money blow your horn..)
When I feel sometimes that I'm stuck (When I feel
that engine that could
Snakes inna grass they biting my shoes
I'm not scared of the snakes I slept inna zoo
Hand me the tool I'm letting it boom
Im
my body is freezing
I can't sleep when the monsters beneath me
I know that your fiendin' my hands always bleeding
Stay tonight
Promise we won't fight
(yeah, pop it)
Got a bottle in my hand, bring more though (yeah, pop it, pop it)
Got my hat low, don't talk to me (straight up)
I've been down, give
want to erode by the sands of time[00:45.50]For my attempts reduced to dust[00:50.24]Will I lose my life at the hands of my pastime[00:55.17]To lust what
Well it seems so long ago, I took the train to Quanico
I Kissed my mama, shook my father?s hand
I was just a raw recruit, dressed up in my soldier
I just fixed up the flow like a Roto Rooter
Hold the mic in my hand like I hold the Ruger
Got a clip in my lip and I hope it shoot ya
Plus I heard
Yeah
Traveled deep down in the ebbs
Thoughts caught in the webs
Flows are unattained
Crippled by all the murder
But none of it is explained
We been
see thru
I stay prayed up for the d- evil
They try to belittle beneath you
Don't really offend not even
We better than them it's not equal
It's atn
trying to be me
Yo my life is like a scene by the Duplass Brothers
Creator of Time said I can’t reduce these numbers
At times my brain glitch when it do it
it's after "The Mopes"
Reflecting on my time curbs a loss
Cram that in the trunk
Steam engine how my drive exhausts
When the task isn't funded
But it's
a cab
And its late as usual but I don't give a damn
Cos I'm sitting here on my own In neverland
Bridge
And it's cold in my hand and I don't
world
And step by step I'm blurring my soul
I feel I'm the only one
That holds the night inside beneath the skin
While your sun shines right here
Black
come with no key (AMG)
I'm on the beach, I got sand on my feet (yeah)
Gun by my arm, shoot when I reach (arm)
I did it first, and they got it from me
my space right now)
Cruise, smooth, yeah
Two-step, nigga, put your hands up
Two-step if you got your fuckin' bands up
Cruise, yeah, just cruise, yeah
the shadow by your side and the fuel that burns your light"
As I
Stay awake to watch you sleep.
Close my eyes on the red-eye home.
The channel's dead
the first time, Ammon learns of his lineage
He is seized by gauntleted hands and escorted through the city
The men of the order pull him through the streets
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