Lyrics:
back down
Homie don't think I'm sweet
I got killers with me
They gon shoot till you dead so don't act now
Shawty all on my dick
Shawty dancing on me
Roses by the bedside (Yeah)
Said tonight it’s only backwoods to my head I (Frost)
Need some Rosé, pour a bottle for the dead why
Do they fuck with me
don’t step you’re left for dead
A walking zombie In some deep dirt
Jeans shoes a t-shirt
Just what I’m rocking
Nike socks and dirty vans to kick
I need 200 a week
I got some boots from Greece
I just put on Celine
I'm a lil perc fiend
I need to merc the scene
I'm bout to leave the scene
of oxygen to say that”
“200 000 deaths from the virus”
“It is definitely not about Black Lives. And remember that when they come for you, and at this rate
or what you may have heard
I am
Top 5 dead or alive
Everything is real ain't nothing cozy
Fresher than a young nigga mind of a OG
Inhale exhale yea cherish
a grandfather clock with diamonds
That's just the kinda mind state that I'm in
Caviar, Cartier, carter drop
On my neck, call her dead cute shorty called
Why don’t you listen
It’s a lesson that you missing
While I’m sitting reminiscing
10 Years in a prison
As soon as I stepped in
Yes, I knew that this
house, it's straight up the road
And I was the man of the house, the oldest
So my shoulders carried the weight of the load
Then Nate got taken away by
Then Nate got taken away by the state at eight years old
And that's when I realized you were sick and it wasn't fixable or changeable
And to this day
lawyer
Danny, he's a medicine man
And me, I'm just the singer
In a long haired Rock'n'roll band
Through the years and miles between us
It's been
balls dropped on New Years,
Until the day I'm dead, I do this,
I don't care if I come off foolish.
See i got nothing to lose,
when I be up in this booth,
trust me I'm not her medicine
If your music is played in my area I will not attend
Yo girl steady calling me papi
I get what I want cause I'm making moves
Too many women, and not enough time
I'm a cool cat, but I'm on life nine
Pimping ain't dead cause I be the life line
And I don't buy the bar cause
a lot to stick brick by brick
Laying it down bit like Will Smith
Floodgates have opеned better bе ready
I'm on the mic seatbelts steady
200 miles per hour
reroute
Straight from the bottom
Then made it out
Like a seed in the ground
When it start to sprout
Dead or alive
Ain't gon stopem from talking
So I'm gonna
of medicine and it never helps!
Day by day I'm struggling against myself!
Tell me every type of advice that I've heard before
And nevertheless it's getting
of Bonny Prince Charlie
Whose cause like young Thomas is broken and dead
For it's 200 years since Bonny Prince Charlie
Died drunk and embittered, an old man
and stay aware.
We living in a new age
But ain’t much change
Don’t it seem strange
That the same issues exist in the climate
200,000 years later it’ll be
a n***a dead or in jail
(Seems like i could never win)
And i been feeling different ever since, i rather trust a enemy than a relative
(Seems like i could
a grandfather clock with diamonds
That's just the kinda mind state that I'm in
Caviar, Cartier, carterdrop
On my neck, call her dead cute shorty called liner
here to start bringin' it
First cannibalistic rhymer, eatin' bitch niggaz
By the statistics, like, Jeffery Dahmer's
Huh, scrapin' you like
funded by the same people for over 300 years
Between 1932 and 1972, the US public health service secretly infected 200 black men in the Tuskegee syphilis
the sand
By the riverside alone
You'll borrow my socks, here's to easy long talks
There's a breezy long walking mangled dead man
Three times knocking,
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