Lyrics:
not racist
I be judgin' by the mind and heart, I ain't really into faces
Fucked up, the way that we livin' is not gettin' better, you gotta know how
still my number
I still shoot my shot don’t miss
I’m still a hunter
I still take it brick by brick
Building my wall up
All of us on the same shit
Ima need a slow mo soon
They begging me not to up my pep
Just cut my check got much respect
Got an overseas trip just to duck my ex
Last year I was
but she didn't make me cum
One-on-one, bitch, I'm by myself
On my own, in my zone, don't need nobody else
Just like my cheddar up, like it's some bucks
lil dude
They say I'm really mean but ion even think I'm rude
Cous got some 223's and they can fix his attitude
This death row sending shots to any
wasn't ballin' back then
But I would still shoot my shot
Now I'm ball hoggin the rock
Cause niggas ain't wanna pass
Meanwhile I'm splitting my last
And I
woo
Rebel, that's right
I'm on my own
I'll call my own shots
Thank you
Got my own mind
I want to make my own decisions
When it has to do with
Okay This time around I'm taking shots till they surrender
I can tell by there faces there not feeling me
Shit talking they're basically human
Let's Go
Ladidadidi nah
I'm about to freak out
He wanna see how
I'll show him what I be bout
Can't ask me nothing I don't know how he got shot nahh
I only
'm just drinkin' alone
Wishing you were with me
But you ain't coming home
Carry me away
Last shot gone by morn'n
Takes my pain away
I can feel the bourbon
There's never been a man
who could bring me down
I've walked away from the toughest of towns
But her last words tore me apart
Her good bye hit me
yet
Might not be the next wave...I’m the best wave out
I hadn’t curled yet
Somewhere along the way I took a shot of Philophobia
And I ain’t found a girl
down, and all around
I just seen about a dozen people walk by me
That just had so much bitch-assness in them, it was ridiculous
Popcorn and sodas
stand to lie
Find me chasing dreams y'all can't ever find me standing by
Respect my elders while I filter through their bad advice
They always have
that maybe I had made a mistake
I mean, you made "You Owe Me" dog, I thought that you could relate
But while I shot up the charts, you mean tellin' me
don't wanna feel like I'm not on top of shit
All she wanna do is take a picture
They say it lasts a lifetime
I think she a little superficial
She too
Undercover a real cop, 'Ion care he still get shot
Rasta all up in the blunt that I'm smokin'
Kickin' down his do' like a Trojan
Why don't we move on
I have
than I was on the first of the month
Now wait, let me tell you about something
I'm feeling dry, just like the sky
And time won't keep on passing by
I
friend from high school
The predator in me is put to shame by the predator in her
And now I've reeled it in
But it'll be interesting to see how much
Want to be a baller shot caller
Twenty inch blades on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight gotta spray my ice
I hit
with the game
They know me by the Breed and they don't know it's my last name
It's mind over matter
I don't mind, you don't matter
Pull a glock
rifle
And popped every last one of them sons of bitches
Motivated like a mother by the riches, but no glitches
Got to the door, which is the right button
a Cadillac Deville
He grabbed her by her raven hair
And threw her on the floor
Said no free ride for the cowboys
That ain't what I pay you for
She jumped up
playin' with the bands, like Dido (Dido)
I don't smoke weed, indoor by my lonely, like a widow (widow)
Ice cubes, pour me some more (oh), she pop like
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