Lyrics:
the days of your life go Dave? (With sunshine and shade)
That's it? (Tinted window grades and Kool-Aid)
Watch the problems of the world go by like balloons
scratching on my brain shit
Cause nobody told me about the pain you get
When you get a call bout ya rebel who you was just speaking
They say that they found
Martin
Cause I ain't into marching
Unless I'm at port arms
With a loaded cartridge
I'm an accountant
When acquiring my targets
Whether it's a racist member
surrounded
'Cause he don't like the niggas that I'm down with
Motherfucker wanna do us
'Cause I like Nat, Huey, Malcolm, and Louis
Most got done by a black
streets
I play a bigger part
Better believe that you don't wanna
See a nigga start
'Cause you'll be laid up with doctors
Looking at a nigga chart
Yeah, they
I ventured into the courtyard
Followed by fifty two brothers
Bruised, battered, and scarred but hard
Goin' out with a bang
Ready to bang out
But
to yo Sun, ion fuck with no Maybach
VVS Diamonds remind me of my star friends, on my wrist watch
Bring out Scotch tape on his mouth, cause it keep
we goin in
Hell yea you know its them
Rebel writers in this bitch
Ya we closing in
Yo, I ain't no killer but I'm bout to murder this
Glock 23 with
but not mine
We might catch 'em slippin' at the stop sign
And don't think you could hide in the dark 'cause you know that Smitty it came with
YO WHERE'S MY HOODIE? I want to be hard and cause some ruckus
Talk with the be -boy slang and blast some suckers
Walk like an Egyptian, rough
(Intro)
Do you think it is by accident that everytime
a black leader appears on the horizon
with any kind of cleverness, or charisma he's cut
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Yeah
Cut the bullshit, I'm not with it
Call your main bitch, she let me hit it
Haha, ha
(Metro Boomin want some
Yer..
Oh oh yer..
I been a looking for some time you see
Cause ive been falling off the scene
I know where I, I need to be
With that dj you and me.
with the taste
of a momentary lie
The fantasy twists
my veins are turning dry
but I want you by my side
I want you so
Your rare scent that nobody
head
Stubborn as a mule
Oh, yeah, by the way I still love you
Go on and be that way
Slam that door
Make a scene
Yell some more
Come on let's have it out
to feed my face
Got a mule to pull the plow
Got an old red muley cow
And I also got a fancy mortgage on this place
Well it blowed away
It blowed away
remorseful in every morsel
Unpleasant, horrible, hello gorgeous
The rebel with devil horns just fell off the yellow short bus
Met a contortionist, said,
tried
To jump me but the punk became a victim of a walk by
Fuckin' with Dre, you get a foot up in your asshole
It's just another way to let you know
Nigga
Stir I'm from the block where u don't pass like a flunky
We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey
Yes, I want you to come around here with
throw at me
I block the shot
I'm not a devil
But a rebel
Mouth embellished
With gold
They don't want to
Take me serious
So much jealousy O'
I'm
There was an old miner
With a mule named Diner
His name was Philip Morris
Well, bless my soul
And one spring day
As he went along his way
He made
Bull
Doing what they say I can't I'm a
Rebel
Cherry red hot like the mathafuckin
Devil
Show up with the pack
And they don't know how to act
I don't even
em surrender
Peace by the loads, but never will fold
Ah Rebel i am bag full of gems
Come to my realm. see what you find, African soil with diamonds
come get her on a ole pack mule
She runs back and forth from shed to shack
Checking on the moonshine brewing out back
If you don't get the picture by
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