Lyrics:
choppin and slayin darkness away
Thought I'm afraid naw dog on my Joshua David
I don't argue and play
contrarian walkin by faith
Mouth constantly
bottles comin' out, warriors come out and play, aye
Just know I'm grade A, get a slice of bread
Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead
Okay,
your career your shit dead listen
I know niggas talk a lot shit but can't dish it
Lil dogs like to bark but got no bite
I'm top dog any time I touch this
wear gold your style was old
And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold
Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
But hey, never gamble in
came from the cemetery where my dog was buried
Drop some buds in the earth to grow in they memory
Thinkin' 'bout the fun times we had as fam
Let's get it!
Got my windows rolled up
'Cause my niggas rolled up
As we riding down Rosecrans
Hit the bottle on the low
Look around to make
dog shaven head bottle-boy freaks
In Martens and khaki, drunk on sake
You stare at yourself in the cruel flush of dawn
Terrified, sunken eyed,
You're not promised tomorrow
Yo, yo
I'm bottle rocket conflicted, all dirty with flame on wic nit
Lookin for a hero in stores, looking for heart of gold
locked in my head
And my demons on da mend saying blessed be da dead blessed be da dead
Shaking a bottle of boose
And hugging da strap at your side
Begging
on my shades
Not phased by your hatred
I'm probably a sadist the way that I'm smiling
When snapping on niggas who tested my patience
Y'all should be
Let's celebrate go pop a bottle
Bitch shut the fuck up
You ain't a model
Never ever ever been that
Never ever ever been that
You never ever ever ever
dont need direction only guided by my mental
I take off like a rocket from a launchpad all sad before they wasnt with me now they with you
But they was
still got my friends
So pop the bottles in the ice just like we're setting a trend
More bitter days are ahead
But I won't rest till I'm dead
We grow
dogs and tear drips
And looks like pantomime and clear bricks
And smells like shotguns and deer piss
They on their hunt, kinda salty that I'm going
Of Fame, Poodle Dog Rock,
And The Mecca of Albino Squirrels
We've been to ghost towns, theme parks, wax museums,
And a place where you can drive through
Of Fame, Poodle Dog Rock,
And The Mecca of Albino Squirrels
We've been to ghost towns, theme parks, wax museums,
And a place where you can drive through
I've been hanging by a thread
Said you had to cut me off
In terms of mental, I've been dead, body not too far
I've been overdosing on you, mostly
pullin' heat out on niggas, takin' they ice off
Niggas stay shootin' at me, but they'll never clap me
All my opps is pussy, where the diamonds from dead
bottle
Member they ain’t want me now these bitches tryna model
Push a rocket till the sun down pulling on the throttle
I done made my own wave all these
they're Mighty Mouse
In the kitchen, Arm & Hammer, just the right amount
Got the dope spot popping, dope spot jumping
Car parked by itself, robot stunting
the socket
Boy You gotta bottle rocket
Some say that my wrist too flashy
I stay great like mr gatsby
Why so long I been the topic
I got cash I don't deposit
like Michael Jordan
I'll spit on it bitch
Scratch your itch
Like a dog's fleas
Ya talk mean but lean back
And take a thumbtack and nail it to a snail
Look this shit dedicated to everybody who told me I wouldn't be shit
Who said I'd be dead or in prison by this age
At one point I thought I would be
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
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