Lyrics:
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
And ain't no jokin'
Fresh like fat-laces and dukey ropes and I keep on smokin'
Young but I'm ready, so that means I'm strokin'
If you pet me nowadays,
talk(you dirty dirty)
Say what?(you dirty dirty)say what?(you dirty dirty)
verse 1
Now I'm a dirty old south boy
And you can tell by the way I spit it out
to fight
Going out tonight
Represent the
Black Lives; black lives
Police brutalize
Reply, with the violence
Black Lives
Represent the thugs
Empowered by
All eyes on me
Like the nigga that you wanna be
Or the nigga that you wanna see
And I represent the south dirty
All eyes on me
Like the nigga that
I'm sick and tired of everybody tryna tell me what to do
If I'm in need of your advice then surely I would come to you
I didn't get in this
Real niggas ain't bad at it
These motherfuckers who owe me
Chopping off their head now
You love that hood that you represent
You bout that working
a whole different language
Got the 30 on me plus I'm feeling dangerous
Throw the 40 on em if he acting crazy
Imma pull up on em rock a By a baby like
of that six figure shit,
that live and die by the trigger shit,
that H-Town, P.A. Texas trill ass nigga shit.
want to fuck with me get a bigger clique,
high
And speaking of high that's brought to you by the Za
That's what they call it these days
Don't even call me these days
I'm tied up with a girlie
Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to, show you to your seat, so you can just...
Hahaha
Ok, now lemme tell y'all how your evening is gonna be (For now)
a baby
Shakes a mother fucking rattle
I'm hotter than a kettle
Like a bomb I will explode
My rhymes are worth platinum
Fuck giving me gold
By now you
Lu, Spig Nice, and Freaky Tai
Music Makes Me High
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4 my Fam Lu, Spig
don't like it
Can suck on a fat dick
'Cause I'm VanLith
Mother fuckers call me J
You can say what you will
I go by many a names
I'm the same mutha fucka
If Heads only knew represent the RAP Game
Yes yes put your hands in the air
If Heads only knew represent the RAP Game
One life, one chance. Use
Welcome to the land of independent rulers
Triumphed by themselves and managed to improve the
Masses with a shooter, not bullets or nukes but
One word
decent folks
We'll sure that you'll remain
My son he gets persecuted
Your son could be executed by his stare
Don't you whine to me that's life's unfair
We
an leaving no evidence (yes)
Baby we talking your president (yes)
Everyday nigga gone represent (yes)
Now you know that he's heaven sent.
I'm in a zone
Ride
it called me back
Forget my pride shit I even quit my job
For the one that I love to work music
Recognised by my art that I spill in my game
Pour my
danger hide your boys and girls
Times are stranger horror starting to unfurl
You're blinded by evil and now it's lethal makes me wanna hurl
You can't do
represent me (woop woop)
Somebody better blaze the weed
And pass that shit to me
And I'ma cock da gat
And hold it down for my family
We worldwide
Leaving ya
shit from me
We stay hungry like a small country
Where we come from we hold it down
You know the time
We represent the underground
409, big money!
Niggaz
around the time when you got elected
Ain't nothin' changed
All the promises you made, before you got elected, they ain't came true
Tell me what to do,
lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
REPEAT
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