Lyrics:
I'll stick you for your kicks to walk a mile in your shoes
Man I'm gone
[Verse 3: Konceited Show]
Let me start by saying hip hop it still matters
We
with that Red Wing boot gang
And y'all could thank me now
They hate me but still play me 'cause I can make the crowd
Jump around it's getting loud it's
do, still got reasons to hate me though
When you know in your heart, you gone thank me though
Stay out the way, live the movie and play the role
Imma
You sound like a Bitch Bitch
Shut the fuck up
Your tracks are hate magnet
Fuck your beard Weird
Alright
You yelling at the mic you weird beard
We
a word
Every since I really cop the runner dog I've really been on swerve
Niggas changed generes
Funny you don't even live by them words
Trynna get
like goin' super fast, so now we hoppin' in them scats
Won't see me out, no red lights, give no fucks till this bitch crash
Aye three, make sure they
'em, just wait 'til I amaze 'em
You thinking different and they hate 'em
Cops got me at gunpoint wait, um
Don't shoot
One, two, three with a four five
the bank
If I leave out at 4 I can meet my plug by 8
Rolling in the big body wit my nigga K
I gotta tax you for this shit 'cause we was on the interstate
dresser drawer
Less is more, live by that motto
Watch the blessings poor
Toured every city
Every state in America
Hit Europe up
Saw the world issa miracle
Head twisted, on the red, by vet bitches
Super fly son, movin my gun, born on the run
More to come, all in one, luxurious fallen on
Notorious baller,
that I live a high ass life
[Chorus: x3]
cries hate
Subsidies the planet is terrorized leaving no place to hide from
That third eye downward god is a mirror in the sky color outside the lines
break laws, give gauze when we break jaws
Findin flaws in stars and keep the even with the odds
In head-nods, from Spanish red-head broads
And stay Trump
streets
So keep a grip yeah we flared up we red flags and caps
This ain't Blood or Crip this is northern organized raza till eternity
Putting dips up in
them muhfuckas we faded
Middle finger you and them mothafuckas who hate it
Still sleeping on us, leave them suckas sedated
By the time they wake up,
been gettin cakey now the money taste sweet
like pastry they hate me ( back at you)
now tell me how it look
would you rather live life like me or by
today.. today
So I'm going to tear down the sky
and all the dull stars tonight
So I can stay hidden and live in the black.
I hate being famous for my hits
enemy, my blood's red
I'm flesh and bones, too human like you
Can I live, sayin' really (I'm sayin')
Deep beneath the southern skies, and watch me win
Feelin's empty, love don't live here anymore
Awake like an owl at a quarter to four
Don't blink, a caddy just ran a red light
Bumpin' thug life
And I
click-click-clack (bang)
I'ma tell 'em how I see it
The only bitch that I'll bitch slap
Turn you into Riff Raff
Nigga, I'ma kill 'em with the red blade
Gotta
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