Lyrics:
Coming up from the fog
Firing, hear the tire screech
And i'm rioting so don't fuck with me cause
I'm like a cretin
Yes i'm a demon
4 lit like B.o.B
Talkin
Wanted
You can get hit from a
Bullet from around the corner
Couldn't get past the bio
Sad shit is I gotta
Another sire, another king's vault
Dream staling
motherfuckers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what
Out of this world
motherfuckers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what
Out of this world
on the scene with cocktails
One nigga looking for po po, in Forest Hill
Someone looking through windows
The doorbells goes off followed by the pump and gas
getting sidney crosby hat tricks
Man with no patience
Less than most caucasians
Teacher i'm too high i can't read these equations
So give me another paper
of a man, purely
It's a sight to be seen
God-fearing and dipping with a minivan
"Thumbs up" while they're painting my portrait
Like a Bob Ross to "Beat
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
Oh-Oh-Oh
Woodstock Child
Oh-Oh-Oh
Yeah, Yeah
Woodstock Child
Born into the world hearing the best of the best
The man with rings on all fingers
Girl
Life be like I just woke up
Don't wanna go to work
But I'm not tryna go broke by the first
My throat hurts like Vader caught
Me in a force grip
If I
a whole another task to keep my
Eyelids from falling
It's boring and drawing
I want to go home
Gonna work on my beat pad
And give you these songs
But it's
spend a couple bands just for the fuck of it
Wash that blood from my hands yeah I've had enough of it
Zooted off the doja yeah maybe just another hit
Fuck
Whatever happened to Bobby Ray, he used to be here for us
Then he got famous and left all of his fans in the dust
We never hear from you, you're
queen
With the devils intentions
A beauty queen
Brought up from the heavens
Or hells
Only time can tell
Your my beauty queen
Let the world sink in
travel the world
From Holly to Bollywood
Another day, to start the game, and I'm in my mood
Classy's World, you know my name, and this is my most viewed
Hell
A change comes from within
Speakin your mind, is that another sin, from within
The World is Hell
I'm hearing what you're saying
But you're faking
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
love's on the day you can see many people drive by
For look at the house they think they fell from the sky
They say that this place would make them
your mothafuckin' weapon?
First gun I ever shot it was a .38 special
It's GG to the world, bro, we're on another level (GG for life)
And it's long
change to build a communist utopia
A world in which we'll freeze and sweat without sufficient fuel
And all you stupid fuckers seem to suffer from myopia
house be in Devon out by eleven
Being a fiend, it's in my genes
Like it's found in my denim
I'm around with them villains
From Canning Town to Peckham
Words and music by Bob Hartman and John Elefante
Based on John 15:18, Philippians 1:28, Romans 8:37
Look at the front page, turn on the tv
They fire
and drink my lonestar beer
From Austin up to Dallas, Amarillo to el paso
You can here bob wills bill mack and me on your radio
Don't ask me why I'm going
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