Lyrics:
'Cuz I'm a city boy, but I always dreamed of country life
Cruising down the backroads, getting blown by my wife
Pistol on my hip and my doggo in the bed
the seat, my weed I roll up
Smoke one to the head, come between my stomach and leg
Yeah I'm the thuggin the street
You don't want nothing with Bleek
the fucking rocker
Hit her with a slug then I had to fucking rock her
Damn I pull up in a fucking chopper
Let the blades hit make him sing like it's opera
Damn
I have so much to say
Maybe it was the way
I was raised
Till my deathbed
Thoughts in my head
Coming out full-speed straight ahead
Tryna live
ain’t concerned so,
(Chorus)
F*ck how you feel and
F*ck what you dealing with
Blues in my jeans you would
Think a nigga real crip
You don’t know
they kinda fool me
Trying to fill my head with lies
I will keep on loving you
So no matter how they persecute
My decision through righteousness
make my feddy, by the rock and the Houpe
That don't stay fly, I get fly too
Trying to hop out of line, put a n**** in his place
Serve up his chest,
my section you know how we stepping like we in vegas i hit em with 7, put 8 to his chest with that 9 smith wesson at 10 we gone slide he be dead by 11.
but a bitch on the tour bus
Pour piss on you, leave you stuck with four months
My head fucked up, I'm off my clean streak
Don't make me pick
reap flow n-gga
Gettin swallowed by the Maybach deep throat n-gga
Uh, I’ma bout to go planters,
I’m still in my prime, Dion Sanders
We all gamblers,
I'm above the grassy plains with a mountain peak mental
With lyrics skydiving out of my dental onto instrumentals
Keeping it simple is like f
feel but I'm trapped in it
The x to the, amongst the projects with bang shooters
Hard rocks, skippin school to get their brains buddha'd
Lame chicks,
trap-a-holic addicts
Turn those amps up
Get to bow-ing
Because your king is in the arena
Now kiss my ring then kneel to please me
Mountain mover mountain dew em
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
Yeah
Okay
I'm ready to get my drink on, on this one
Let's go
have no company
Come and spend the night with me
You might just spend eternity
Okay my pimping quite crucial
Show her my head game sho brutal
We ride
the road
Flew back then flew in
My mum knows what I'm doing
And deep down, I know she's screwing
I fell asleep with 13 scores in my mouth
Had a dream about
chick
Cause a nigga been up in the Forbes list now four in a row
My religion is followed by little kids, college kids
metalheads, hip hop heads
Welcome to the chopping block
Do what you gotta do to get your rocks off
Making mountains of mole hills
Don't know me but hate me with no chill
speak
There's just room for two
in my fantasy
So baby lose your crew
and come away with me
Turn down the lights and light up the party
I've got the ride
niggaz on them cell blocks
We gon' R-U-double-F R-Y-D-E
You can't fuck with my army
My niggaz is untouchable, eatin niggaz like Lunchable
.45 be crushin
Across the lawn slowly
The seventh walks in front with a
Cross held high in hand
And it's hey babe your
Supper's waiting for you
Hey my baby don't you
with a pebble,
grip mics with the art of the Def hold,
try to get a glimpse in' my mind cant spy thru the window,
rhyme comprised of a riddle,
wise
too much hardship there's too much pain
There's too many motherfuckers tryin to get in my brain
I've been to your mountains I've been to your seaside,
On the brow of a mountain in far north
Lies distant place, rusty shack in solitude
There young woman with centuries old soul lives
Enlightened by oneness in
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