Lyrics:
(I've been having trouble trying to rest lately)
(To much shit going on in the world)
Why does everyone always hate from the jump
I'm just having fun
the brand
Market plans
Breaking bread underhanded
I was fly when I landed look
I see you got heart but ya man’s shook
Like Sam Cooke
I’m talking change now
Okay
Is your boy
Ikins ye
Emmydavol on the beat
Ya know this
They know I started from the streets
From freestyling in the streets
With my goons
heater, next drug dealer.
Don't take shit from no man.
So please don't do that,
(cuz I will snap on yo ass)
Please don't do that,
(cuz I will snap on yo
They ride ya wave until they dock
Tell them ho's to go kick rocks
I got rockets on my socks
And spider-man on my fanny
And my Grandma hate when I get my
a bow on top
Pause take a breather to make sure the flow don't stop
I shake the game and explode like a soda pop
Head from ya chick shoulda known that ya
From now on I'm comin' with the Goat Vibez
Comin' for ya neck like a bow-tie
I neva' been the type to play both sides
N***** better fix they grill
the broads over here, knowha'msayin
They got on the tight skinwear, knah'mean
Chillin up in the parks, chillin in the cars
Blast music... y'all fools don't got
Don't judge me..don't judge me by my music
And don't judge me bout what you heard about me either
Chamillionaire..listen
Ay, My father was Muslim my
out to get you, you in trouble
I'ma end you before you start
Take a man, break his heart
I take action, you actin'
Learn to play your part
You
If a joker talks shit or
Dips hands in my cookie jar...
Oh, man, Hell nah…
Ima pull ya card,
Pop ya jaw,
Got dat Goddamn
Glock in the car,
An’ it
You have to listen to DJ's from the old age(days)
No matter where you're from this music's gonna play
Might be on your soundcrash on every Friday.
I got the bricks
On my back and we moving
Fuck how these rap niggaz do it
The real back in style, what happened music
This for my dogs, behind dems
never had no rhythm, man, the Devils can't dance
Got three pairs of pants
But I keep em all creased
Whether chicken or ham, we gon' use the same grease
killed from entertaining
But that's all we know 'cause from the street we got the training
This be a ghetto dedication from my family to yours
How hard is
tulips
Got my homies picking tulips
Man i'm drowning in my problems man I think I need a life vest
God on my side and i'm praying for a couple checks
roll, super fly spinner on gold vogues
From here to Texas playin Master P, in the Lexus
Speakers and rearview, comin to, bangin through you
Strippers that
Pledges clap your hands to it
Get sturdy do ya dance to it
Dis dat battle of da bands music
Cap and Gown you are now ready to advance music
She got me in ICU, hangin by a thread
I ain't tryna to fuck I'd rather give her head
I'm a nasty nigga needa take my ass to bed
Ooooh ooh ooh, need
like
A man that lost his fuckin' thumb
Hold up, you look like a cab driver
The boy that pump my gas and the boy
At 7-11 I buy my Dutchies from
This might
Young Rich and Slick's got ya
Well in peace
I don't know why they wanna call me up every Easter Sunday to the altar
Maybe the music I am doin' is never
dolla's
Small town man, down from the holla'
Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter
When I started from the bottom, now ya' honky got
side you got to know
Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about
Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house?
It
Live from the GCR nigga it's me
They never post my shit but listen cause look at the streams
Nobody listens so you put ya music on memes
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