Lyrics:
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)
Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
busy sitting on your ass
I ain't never really fuck with school
A GED is gonna have to pass
Grade F when it came to math
But i'm marvelous at adding cash
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's
sweet as the apple
Don't fall asleep on your dreams
Don't sell your soul for your masters
Don't let that whip be your master slave master
God don't matter
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
we throwing up them fours,if you my brother n*gga I'll never cut your throat,b*tch I'll sell 100 bricks before I sell my soul,I don't wanna f*ck with
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
Just three mother fuckers, with ears, hearts and beers
Talking to each other souls
That's what we call friendship
And that's cool tho
Lazy Billi
you know we here to win, I might take your bitch and Might as well go make a demon kid
Brodie is a clown, it's like he got made up by Stephen King, ay,
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
by your actions,
Shawty not from here i can by tell her accent,
Just to stack it up i really said f*ck fashion,
Got inside the booth and went harder
nowhere to go ('cause I be runnin' this)
Reaper saved your soul (come on)
Surroned by the colors, I see crimson, black and blue (come on)
Locking open
Crank up the volume, what you value lately?
The album out it sounds amazing and production wavy
They love to hate me
It wasn't cause I hung around
my gullie suit
Normally angel's
By my side
Lately demons
Been the substitute
Destroyin my peace
Sleepless nights
How much
More can take
Wat
and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,
vibes because it's so influential
That one song that gets me through the morning
So powerful I make everybody in the car shut up when you play
Your soul
I'm trencherous
I get 'em gone
I can't play with this
Some people Counting on me
I want the money I don't wana f*** on no freak
I gotta play this shit
up the bank just to set me up a rap account
Gotta drop deposits
Gotta watch them n***** close too you on that odd sh**
Feel it in your soul
You better
telling b******s no ties
I just f*** the ones I f*** then telling more hi
Can't lose myself, I heard this s***, uh, suck your soul dry
Avoiding death
that Burgundy flow, it's good for your soul
We get lit
Litter than a motion sensor ultrakit
Forty six holster clips, an Ocean Wiz Khalifa
And a poster,
to your size now
I always told you I'd right you a song
Well, this is it...revenge season has begun
First off, f**k you M*****l and the ball you play
You
your neck
and hold you by your leather jacket
I will hold you
I will pay for you
I will love you
If it makes you feel better !
Sometimes I feel
from this side to that side
East side, West side, your side, my side
It's all about being funky man
Aiyyo give me that microphone
It's Heavy D
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