Lyrics:
the day, I don't know if you can feel this flow, but it's kinda like a bomb
- That hits ya blow by blow yeah, but not those bombs it's what ya see on TV,
-
people are dying
And, like, I watched my country burn, I deadass watched my country-
When I was ten years old a man on the internet told me I had pornstar
the sky.
I'm the carry-out kid when my trigger's in cock.
I'll be carryin' out bodies stiff as a rock.
Carryin' out a million dollars in my pockets
mc's are gettin' mad at me
Sage Francis chillin' with Apathy yo I'm-
Yo mc's back with a scratch to be
Coz I activate my freestyle skills
I can rock ovah
I do this non-stop
I'm the kind of guy that always will come through
If a damsel in distress then I rescue
Her, stick to my word when I preach like
, hit it run!
You, jump, watch you clock, while I rock your spot
I'm better known to the world as the king of rock
I like to speak my piece when I
to take away our sins
Country is my bible, the scripture of the south
It's my rock-n-roll with some Memphis soul, for when I'm feeling down
And the angels,
and someday make good music became my mission
as time passes I started making sacrifices
I even practiced my rap verses during classes
many whiplashes by my
stop
On the turntables and ya don't stop
One and two uh and ya don't stop
Do your six step and ya don''t stop
About to rock upon the mic and ya don't
not you know
I'm just not my chemicals in
My body are, like, the first emotion
That comes is not happiness so I
Kinda was struggling with that, trying
find out
Is music propaganda -- should I boogie, Rock and Roll
Or just an early warning system hitched up to my soul
Am I observer or participant
to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asking "gimme some", living life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough
to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asking "gimme some", living life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough
on a gravel road
He said he knew a spot, where the music and the liquor flow
And of course I'm down like four flats
Drove a country mile, took a left to be
I'll live 100% no maybe ifs or probably
Foretelling but my future they think I'm cocky
I rock GS9 hot boy like Bobby
My down fall I pray it don't come
like that
I'm from the jungle, brother, and I got it like that
Yo, my life got me running through a maze like a white rat
I need a shot at ramming
like that
I'm from the jungle, brother, and I got it like that
Yo, my life got me running through a maze like a white rat
I need a shot at ramming
swallow you whole like an anaconda
The bitch is kinky kinda, and so with the lift of a pinky I'ma
Dominate the world like my name is Brain
Spit flame
three
Centimeters outward past where
Her eyes end her eyelashes are even and
Delicate, like wisps from a dandelion
And I can't recall if I've ever seen
trees everywhere I go
Plant a seed in this greenery blooming watch it grow, blooming now watch it grow
I'm in the sticks
I'm by my lonesome once again
Glasses Maybe A Toupee
I'll Get Down And Boogie And Become Risque
I'll Start Wearin' Make-Up Like Jackson And Prince
You'll See Me Ridin' In My Mercedes
of a kind.
Im sick of the people that are
Wasting my time.
Like why would I preach?
Or why should I care?
I look at the clock,
I'm ready to rock,
Im done with
he's been drinking like a fish
Man, I never been a bitch, the dream was getting rich
But they still sleeping on me peep the level up
My music got
love and scraps
Thank God for my country folk and family
Instead of a metaphor I’d rather
Take it by James Anderson
Damaging how they televised
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