Lyrics:
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
From the womb to the tomb
99 Til Infinity
Ima die doing what I love
R.I.P Paul Walker
& If you try to stop that
I'm on yo neck like dog collars
animality
Emotions are rebirths
The dreams and memories
The rivers and the trees
Languages and silences
All so soft to my ears
Nostalgia, it seems
Is always
a Black Beama'
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal
Uhh it
Yo what's up.
For those who don't know.
I go by the name of Tech N9ne.
I'm gonna let you in on a little secret.
Some of the things already known,
prisons
Quick decisions are made with precisions of blood-spill
Gotta make a mill, got a house on the hill
Protect my grill, and avoid gettin killed
Now if
obsessed
I've been so consumed by
consumers who are users
Now what you got me doing
abusing other humans,
Going through them like protrusions
If slewing
I think it means, we're in trouble
Big trouble and
If he is as bananas as you say
I'm not taking any chances"
"You are just what the doc ordered"
I
Check it out
What is a panther? A animal that kills
I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get
Check it out
What is a panther? A animal that kills
I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get
Check it out
What is a panther? A animal that kills
I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get
though)
I'm really poppin', let's keep it a bean
I'm from Philly, say what do you mean?
You the type bitch, I don't wanna be seen
If we fuck, don't
You can fill the ocean with the tears from a slave ship
Never learned to read so a chain is what they prayed with
Blood is what they paid with
Christ
Ay nigga, tell 'em where you from
Southside, I'm a Southside nigga, what?
Nigga stunt, you know I tear a nigga up
They say I'm grimy, I'm greasy
I
from my fate
'Cause my dreams will be made, I create some new ways
Step afar from the hate and all those that debate
Think I'm making mistakes and I
Trapped in my dreams, I got blood on my jeans
I don't know how to breathe when she calls me No Sleeves (No Sleeves)
What she says, I believed, though
like young Cole
Dollar with a big dream
Watch the kid work
I hope you gotta big screen
Getting what’s mine
If it’s gone then I took it
The way I’m going
niggas keep makin' me sneeze
If them out for blood then I'm makin' 'em bleed
You try to run and I'm breakin' your knees
I made 'em fall like I'm rakin'
some pornography
I hate bitch made niggas, I hate pussy niggas
I don't fuck with niggas
Like the KKK
Like the Klu Klutz Clan
Those are some kind
The world is going grey
while the sky is turning red
The body-bag zips
Blood drips from the hole inside My head
I'm carried to my casket where I Lay
daddy was dranking like big whales from depression
He pass that shit right down to me
Meanwhile my sister a goody two shoes and I'm just getting worst by
the county mainline and
Really said where I'm from
Travelled 'round the world and told
These niggas it's Blood
Now I'm out in Buffalo
You see Westside Gunn
You
Like 1 2 3 4 5 6 Sleep
7 8 9 10 1 1 Dream
9 1 1 Scream sirens in my ears
Sing me a song cuz the voices are near
Ring the alarm there’s a fire up in here
of his chainsaws
While he dips 'em in P.F. Chang's sauce?
Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls
You think I'm backin' down? You must be out
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