Lyrics:
believers
Who thought they would need this
Me and Rod on the track, real rap
Somebody said thank Jesus
I'm done with the drug talk, police really scheming
No
dice that haunt his waking dreams
He clamors for some soft remorse filtered by his teeth
Big Bad Bob broke bread with you and not one finger raised
Now
mind to the plot
These days I feel like I need a glock
Busting my shot to the top
I'ma do this shit until I die and I rod
Until I die and I rod
Bitch, I
since I lived like an orphan powered by the liquid reality injected into the veins by needle, in a fucking foster house of hell, and mother and father,
to this track
And I don't care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back
Bounce
Bounce
Bounce
Well, it’s hot
traces of life
Should I be afraid of what I am made
These circuits degrading on the inside
Something is changing
Future and past are fading in this moment
Yeah
Let's take it down south
This one's going out to all the city boys
I grew up overshadowed by vast nooks
Couldn't catch the eye of no city girl
'Cause the game could be detrimental to ya boy."
I Silver Surf the city circuit, forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
a hot potato
I'm in the pocket get a parking from from South Ah to Lagos they know
I do what I want you do what you gotta
This ain't hand of God this
Wired in the mainframe
Overloading the circuits
Fell in love with process
That's for certain
I ain't juggling no act
This ain't no damn circus
Like a bowl
This a lil' bag for shit I bought He catchin' bullets like Randy Moss
He tryna bug up, boy, I thought If I catch you on that shit, bitch, I'ma
urge us up
can't step in this
We see the opps we spin again
I grab my .40 stepping in
Lil chaston had the f&n
I live my whole life full of sin
Trap spot got it hot
was hot
So Imma just grind till I pull out the lot for me I don't want to stop
Gotta go get it I want it a lot for me I don't want it to stop
For me I
Live it up - this is your world
So...
A little piece on me
A little piece on you
A little piece on us
(Got a love for me - I got love for you)
So
I'm not going to sit here and watch this go on any longer
You know they put my food in the dark
And then expect me to look for my plate on some Mr.
Measures up to lots of pleasure
That’s why I made this special for you
My love
Matter and mass equates to attracted
Exactly so why are all these other
the sign
They say we can't be livin' like this for the rest of our lives
What, we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight
And you know they
of summer still migrate the flock
Because the kid getting hot
Pop for his knot, shooting
Tec and a Ruger I might just go move them
Just cause you got a little
Kickin' this shit, no gym socks
Ask about me nigga, I been hot
It ain't 'bout money? Nigga kick rocks
That's all facts, no Xerox
Bust a couple shots,
in hot hot hot
So quit the yapping
Me no playing
We ain't talking
Don't be asking for no favors
Cause you be capping
And I'm the panadero
Open up
worship these rap niggas, turnt this shit to a circus
My watch hittin' (hit)
Looking like I'm 'bout to blow a circuit (circuit)
Fans fly across seas
guy, '95 I
look in my eye, praisin Allah, project aimin rod
Greatest star Agbar, pushin a hot car
Shark Bar, private engagement, live entertainment
I
to Allah
Got this rod for the bad guys
Used to murkin' with mad rhymes
You can't take wins on my time
Move through hell stacked with nine lives
Love when you
I'm running from the firm in the novel by Grisham.
Or Tommyknockers, by Mr. King,
On the run and this ain't no dream.
[Chorus]
Hiding out
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