Lyrics:
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
Yeah
Ay (CMG), this mixtape here
It's strictly for the fans
(Yogottimusic.com), trust me
I want my album to drop more than you
Call
to Alabama
Chi-Town, where we don't fight over coasts
Cause the one that's in the middle is the one that see the most
No time for that (word) we
The suicide doors would go up for ya
Take a bullet by my side for ya
Like the saviour took the dagger by his side for me,
I would die for you, like he died for
Becky was a beauty from south Alabama
Her Daddy had a heart like a nine pound hammer
Think he even did a little time in the slammer
What was I
STARS FELL ON ALABAMA |NEAR THE ROCKY SHOALS|IN A CASKET FACTORY|WHERE THEY FOUND THE SOUL||SEE THAT SKINNY BOY THERE|DRINKING HIM A COKE|DIDN'T WE
forever
We were forged by some holy fire
Far away eyes
Filled with sadness and joy
Contradiction, benediction, Alabama boy
There's a raft on the river
a man
When I met Ann, I soaked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
He never called me by my name just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a business man
He used to send
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
after you
Listen what I'm saying to you Run
Run Devil Run
By a swamp in Alabama in the cold in the damp
Sitting reading by the light of a kerosene
My brothers said that I was rotten to the core
I was the youngest child, so I got by with more
I guess she was tired by the time I came along,
He never called me by my name just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a business man
He used to send
Well my momma met my daddy down in Alabama
They tied the knot so here I am
Born on the bayou on the Texas Line
Loved in Louisiana and raised
called me by my name just hillbilly
My Grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a business man
He used to send me pictures
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh (M Cam-J, you got another one)
Ha, ha, hey, hey
Leave Mississippi, go to Florida, Alabama, Georgia
Can we stand? (Can you stand me? Can you stand me? Can you stand me?)
Can you stand with me? (Can you stand me? Can you stand by me?)
Can we stand
on TV
And that little town
That kept you down
Is where you want to be
Yeah I'm one of you
Yeah I'm one of you
No your not by yourself
Baby, I'm back by popular demand
Bitch, I'm back by popular demand
I did not come to play with you hoes
I came to slay, bitch
Y'all haters
I cross the Green Mountain
I sit by the stream
Heaven blazing in my head I
I dreamed a monstrous dream
Something came up
Out of the sea
Swept
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
I was sprinting through the
Woods down in Alabama
Only me and the crickets' violins
My footsteps slammin' violent, like hammers
I'd been runnin'
Zuudwolde misschien he'j 't al heurd
As mecanicien blunk hij nogal uut
Hij warkte overal waor hij hen stuurd weud
Ok in Alabama in de U S
Dat von 'e 't
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