Lyrics:
Shit, I'll drive you out of town so them clowns don't get ya
I'm down to do the time
'Cause you my partner in crime
(As long as I'm alive, I'ma live
Babylon System
Biological wepons of war hold your breath
Designed for death
In your blood stream nanobots designed to kill
Armageddon's so real
This
watch your back if you snitch
You'll be dead by when you hoped to read to me the fucking pitch
Gettin' hungry finna chef up some boiling empanadas
Run run run run
The country fucked
We fear the things wey we no see
Burna boy kilometer
I ran some miles just to be here
Her body bad angelina
I need
a Rock and hide Your hand in a Fist Fight
I'm the type to put your whole Fam in a Zip Tie
And hold them for Ransom in Order to get mine
But you'll never
Yes this might be a little late to say but why did you delay
You're gambling with our lives in your hands
And this wasn't our own fate to choose yet
[Slug]
I do believe in monsters, I call them officers
I know enough to know to keep an eye on how I talk to them
Some of ya'll are peace, but even
we're all just trying to get by
So won't you sing a little "Dixie a country boy can survive"
It's a way of life in the country that ain't ever going
Blackest coffee thicker style just to
Start the day this fucking brain is a
Cell the hinges start to break
I love working in the shadows
Some ninjas
Negativity push aside
Gonna put all our lives in drive
And take this life with no guide, I got it
Eyes closed, don't know where we're going
So exposed but
We gon do a drive by
And put bullet Holes
Through the front door of where u live
This is what it is
Niggas fucking lit
And we gotta make a sale
Don’t
homie might need some hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie
My car's like the movie my car's like the crib
I got more TV's in here
to me
Do you wanna test me, put your tired head on my chest
A thug nigga's in the house, now you can rest
I betcha never screamed a nigga's whole name
taste it
I never felt the need to cave in no one is waiting its only talk
When they can make it
But still I'm clean put foot to moving pavement
My lady
Mo-tel, Whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)
'cause I'm a get a fly girl,
Gonna get some spank n' drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go ho-tel, mo-tel,
And a countdown
They're taking him outta the car
Now in about 30 seconds
Your window is gonna close forever
Okay, Okay
Okay relax there was an accounting
Error we
other way
Well my folks still live on the same piece of land
Where they built our home brick by brick by hand
With a little bit of help from some friends
or Brooklyn?
It seems like he got the whole country behind him
So it's sort of hard to find him
But when I do, gotta put my gat in his mouth
Pump seventeen
Man lives in a sunlit world of
What he believes to be reality
But there is unseen by most an underworld
A place that is just as real
But not
and a little old George Jones
Man when she says these words it really puts me in the zone
She says drive a little faster then i ask her
What shes doing later
sins
Loudly run by those fuckers pulling up at his house, sticking their nose in it, left with no choice but to pull a machete from the boot of his car,
the rhyme
It's like rain drops couldn't make our game stop
Skeeter would hit from the same spot
'Til Marlon tore my shit down, get down
Put your body in
Cause I be crazy, psycho call me the murder man
Hustla, balla put you in the funeral parlor 911 in your pager
And haul you, and when you call back you
them losses
I jumped in the water I ain’t put on no goggles
I been through that struggle look how we came out it
Ay ay
Young Nigga might cop me some
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