Lyrics:
My retirement plan is a hammock in the shade
Kicking it back cuz I got it made
Got a 6 pack in a bucket and its sitting on ice
Sounds to me like
craftsman mowers, all you see are product features
Drop the fucking merchandise, even if you got to have it
Costco got that morning after still you got
Open up your mind if you real still
And your third eye to see it real clear
Crown made of wool to adorn I and I
It was a hard times music saved I and I
every light (Every one)
Hoping you make it home just to answer that phone and shit you barely might
(House arrest)
Turned them L's into lessons I made
I know I got religion
I belong to the laws and crew
You see we fought when we get happy
That's the way we Christian do
Oh
(Have you been tried-)
(Keep denying it scared pussy)
This case is not going far (I'm Batman bitch)
If you got a soda from McDonald's
Thrown into your car
At the intersection by
lit the match
I herd you trippin' off some pussy fuck that bitch can have her back nigga
Been spending most our life's living in a gangsters Paradise
I nodded at a sermon
Billy Graham barely got through
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I'm not a bit ashamed of it
A rapier wit
Kept Serge
Just to be
Just to be
Just to be
If I have squandered the infinite life
And have stopped searching for paradise
Do I have nothing left to conceal?
If I
Word, back then I was going by Twenty Banz
At a time where I didn't have any bands
I was cappin' my raps full of many shams
Flexing my birthday money
did your music, usin' it for truth
I think you need Rumble to keep your songs true to you n' don't have to censor it
Checked on your site n' cs Far cs
I ain't never liked you
I'm rich as hell, I'd never fight you, I'll have somebody snipe you
My doggy Lucky on the edge, holdin' on by a thread
Just
me, it's a vibe
Catchin feels, catchin flights
Reporting live from Paradise
I'm big chillin'
Surrounded by big bottles, palm trees and beautiful women
shackled by my sins
I‘m Phill Evans my life is proof that Jesus Christ still lives, boy
Yeah
We right here boy
Surrender all your sins boy
And find out that
the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise, but I
the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise, but I
They heart took'n
So refreshing like (Party lit like!)
Hey, hey (Bounce)
Hey, hey (Bounce)
Danny Evans, Matt Murray
Made ya look, made ya look
I know
just you at the end
One day I'm have the clout
I told my brothers I'm get it
God knows what I'm dreaming about
Momma raise a demon straight out of hell
the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise, but I
the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise, but I
the fuck is the bitches?
They pulled up to the crib, bitch I ain't given you children
See when all is said and done, know that a nigga had made it
I rose
other
Girl let my children have you as a mother 'cause
I think we're meant to be
'Cause girl it's plain to see
That I was made for you
And you were made
nuts?
My balls are feeling a mighty big now
I might just have to dig down and pull 'em through my britches
It's sheer hustle, I bob, weave, deflate
meaning or structure
They asked me to shoot, I do it, I have no character
Homegirl got a nice little turd cutter on her
Put a bag over his head and send
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