Lyrics:
Look inside of me you see where I got my sound
Use to stay in the woods by the track and greyhounds
God is making me pro now how I be spitting these
I focus my locus thought on my enemies
Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me
I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book
blacking out, you better watch it, it's bedlam
I thought I heard a voice in my head that said, "Kill"
I had no other choice that was left except fill
My
all in gods plans
That’s why I move cautious
Fuck it bro we gotta chase this bag
They depending on us
Lead by example I do what I can do
To be honest
these bags say wow
She say I'm a God Olympus on my throne take a bow
Shit this was not by chance
Riding with your girl and she loving the romance
Crowd
I focus my locus thought on my enemies
Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me
I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book
James Brown
When he was too old to be on stage
I said that won’t be me - I'll bow out gracefully
But can I really say
Cuz here I am in my fifties
Thinking
playin' fore the clip spray 'em
And have his ass M.I.A. like Nick Saban
His whole shit caved in my whole clique cave men
Hardbody nigga my whole shit
the smoke
Just bust a hot bitch up in half, I stuck that dick all down her throat
I'm on my top, I catch them boys outside, I'm tryin' to up the scope
You
expect it, but it's right
Batteries level low
But my flow ain't gonna slow
My keyboard looka like a rainbow
16 mili colors shottin' on me like a bow
Wow
Yo
down, nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck it, blackout
Niggas!
Oh, my Lord! Lower the casket down (Down)
Sprinkle the ash, or get your ass kicked
Pow! (Pow)
homies smoking that weed
I'm surrounded by burning bushes
Lord is this a sign to lead my niggaz out of crime
Remember I grew up in the church house
My
in Buckhead, thank you Jesus
Boy, I'm sweet James Jones when I'm whipping up a ritz
I'm really on my wrist and a super bad bitch
And you know it's
balls, spit my dime, fuck the sidewalk man
James Bridge just blowin down motherfuckin' train man
(Casket), real type shit man,
Huh, huh, yeah man
as the goat, that's plausible
I'm on the song, you washable
Look in my eyes when you talk
Hatin ass nigga, nando put you in chalk
IG page is what your girl stalk
It's just a bootie call
Hey baby, turn around
It's not what it seems
The way I like it by the pound
Must be in the genes
Only want to have
Dark clouds, come step in my shoes
Like mike I be ballin like Bow Wow
Shout out to my ex, good example of smoochie
Pass me the grabba, no love for this
aint programmed
we bow down to no man
By the base of the Mississippi
Warriors like Conan in the Mississippi
carry ax and a six pack everybody
under
Coming up I wasn't bothered by not knowing my father
He never offered me a dollar, so that made me go harder
Cops and robbers wasn't a game that's
help
If I'm honest you shouldn't be bothered by my health
But we here now, pick them arrows up
Don't move with fear now
Now strike the floor, now strike
help
If I'm honest you shouldn't be bothered by my health
But we here now, pick them arrows up
Don't move with fear now
Now strike the floor, now strike
That's right, that's right
A tisket a tasket
that's all you ask it
Snap your cd and drop the pieces in your casket
Like little Jack Horna', I'm still
love
I don't got it all
Unless I have us
I'm a keep you laughing
Till I'm in my casket'
I don't speak in past tense
But I believe you're past this
Ain't nigga in this game fool that rhymes tighter
All praises due to the KING OF THE WICKED SHIT
Now BOW DOWN to the KING OF THE SICKNESS
This not
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