Lyrics:
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time
We gone win that’s something that I know yeah
Mama’s worried she don’t know where I’m going
They don’t wanna see me winning
Know they wanna see me
of these rappers those are my sons
I ain't gone front
I don't pull stunts
I just pull up
I just pull up
I just pull up
Up
Yeah that boy he my enemy
He no
that different
Take it way back like Bron hooping with Boobie Gibson
Still had this vision it's finally coming to fruition
Zan is still my brother always
And a partridge in a pear tree
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you just witnessed theft
The new Three 6 Mafia, Most Known Unknowns
Please don't fuck this album
probably get killed for
Sayin' all this by
The same guys that killed Malcolm X
But I don't give a shit
I won't throw my people down
The steps like you
whole album
I don't need to no one to cope for that
When you know that I'm the baddest like what up
I'm just sittin' on back
Watchin' this game fall
maybe we should team up
Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either
I'mma liar, I'mma faggot
Son you need Jesus
But I heard he left sunset,
the front to the back
Make that booty go clap
To this bonus track
Evey time you walk by
Make the boys look back
Make ya spine poke out
Like ya ass too fat
Go, why don't you just go
Go sing
Go do an Afro-Soul album
Like everybody else?
And I was like you don't understand
I'm burning inside
I'm burning
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
And don't mind
I'm a ryder
Smoke the good dro
Carry the 4 4's
? my door
I'm a ryder
[Baby]
I say this pimping is natural
Cadillac is fabulous
Boy
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
‘T.I.N.A.’ - written and performed by Collin Gibson
VERSE 1
Walking backward through my city
Looking backward, what I'm missing
Sun ain't shining,
meet
Meat at
This is nonchalant you getting tipped by your bloods like we cripping at your restaurant
Boy this is music the heart of it is pain
So many
(loved)
Standing by the window questioning if dad is ever going to show up (up)
Isn't something he's gon' have to worry about
Don't get it twisted, that
travels boy
Starting wars you don't know the cost of battle
Pussycat better watch the cage you rattle son
Before I buckaroo and take you off your saddle
on the chest
Those who want it we can put it to rest
To all the fakes make no mistake
This ain't Degrassi High boy son, I don't run with the snakes
Don't get it
Yer tellin' fairy tales son
Kickin' New York like you the mothaf***in'' one
But I'm from Jers we don't play that s***
From the Claire down to North
water
Fly in my water
If albums are movies
The last one was tragic
This one is madness
Non-stop action
John Wick or Die Hard
Mad Max or Logan
Bad Boy I
show respect son
Aces in my deck boy only gon need one
You can't phase me I'm in Album Mode
Leave that weak stuff at the door
Turning new episode
Put em
her do the Hula
What's a pit bull to a poodle
And she want a egg plant
She don't want no Ramen noodle no
So get up affi dance some
This is the Puna Boy
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