Lyrics:
fussing turn me into Sir McLovin
We don't do McMuffins, lady, you at the Raw bar
Open space so you can shine like the star you are
Dragon roll sushi, you
grill
(don't call me on my name)
Body rock, I might lead a lot
I can chop a block like a rock
Boy til' I'm hot, or til' it's cold
Watch my fifth fold
Yeah, we showin' up and collidin'
Rolls Royce doors, suicidin'
Passin' me the rock like a tight end
Subtractin' you like a hyphen
Yeah, it look hard
I'm on a Russ Parr thus far, to us stars
This is just us rock, use a nigga guts for the guitars (Put it on)
They getting bodied by an old nigga
Tell
about the major groups in rock 'n' roll
Who else could take rap, hip-hop, thrash, punk metal
Take it, throw it in the can, spin it around
And come out
I'm still growing
Still smoke by the O
Guess I'm still blowing
I left Starkville went back home to Pensacola
Damn
Doesn't it feel good to be around yo
don't shock me
I'm supposed to have it. You never been close to karats
That's why you poppin' that shit jealous bastarts
I ain't impressed by you playa
to go it solo with some else's band
And she came up to me later on and I took her by the hand
And I told her all my troubles and she seemed
fuck that, we still sorry, and the problems from the home front
On my home screen callin' me, I don't wanna answer
My brother, Carl, hit me, said my
to the kingdom cracked
Using the fallen wrath to take by force and the full reign
Longer than Rigveda, darker than - darker than Darth Vader
Billy goat bleeped by
take years
If I get buzz
Touch ears It's light speed I'm gone
I get on stay on Ride bullshit
I grab life by the horns
I can't afford to slip
If I fall I
Sit in pain. Digging himself a grave
A man named Dan came to me as my saviour
Label "make a slave buck" wants to pay for my labour
Said "Bill, it's all
Hustlers in the streets know
I live my life by the G-Code
The system made it hard for me to get dough
But I'm always good in finding a loophole
I got nothing
y'all will, by the end of tonight
It's Tone and, I come to run the show, and ride the mic
Stacks so fat, roll it in a rubber band
I'm a one-band man,
the nigga stuck down the raw
Bust friends, back in the prison, foundin' rock to the troup
Here I smoke and tryin' to hide it but was played by the rule
lights be moving me
Move life, superstar
Flying by, shooting star
5% hide who we are
I pull the strings with no guitar
No guitar but rock this song
Rock
shoes feel em in my soul
If a nigga want smoke make em drop and roll
Rock star life style boy it never get old
Sex drugs designer all a young nigga know
Ok
I forgot I had this one in the cut
It's ya boy
It's Sush E
Naw call me Sush e Polo
It's Sush E Baby
Ron E
Uh huh
Look
Let's get Sake by the glass
It wasn't sex, drugs, and rock and roll that got me
It was you, it was you, it was you.
I should have been living it up
But I was little miss perfect
it, some don't even try
And got the cheek to look at me, and wonder how I'm speedin' by
All this pain I got, I need to cry (cry)
Instead, I hold it
bloody
Your dick was hard but now it's soft
You thought you had a girl to rock your world
Now you still gotta go jack off
Said colt 45 and two
back.
You want it?
Well, why don’t you tell me how bad?
‘Cos even if you take it day-by-day,
could take you decades.
Shit’s a given.
Still don’t feel
keeps me groovey
Get pulled over don't panic she hide the tree by her coochie
My life's a movie go through scenes with out the camera
Digged my way
crown me
It's okay, I ain't about to whine about it
Look, a real nigga for real nigga now check it
I'm still here I'm still counting my blessings
With
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