Lyrics:
Now it's bars I could be giving you scars
3 round burst gotta 3 peat the rifle
Teach the yutes a better way
So they don't repeat the cycle
America
Cant See Me, Ridin Down Three,
Candy Paint, Woodgrain T.V's.
Lone Star State, Livin Life Great.
Playas What You Was,
Its A Pit If U Fake.
Bitch Im
When the cars ride by with the boomin' system
Two door Mustang and the roof was missing
Every girl at ya school had the new extensions
Even gangstas
Bring major pain
He so Insane
He so Insane
Been on my bullshit
Lowkey the name
He so Insane
He so Insane
He so Insane
He so Insane
Kick in the door
Just bounce 'em back and feel 'em, saw 'em go down and now they pay,
Just bring back your head 'cause you've made your major play,
Now why you causin'
comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
moves up and through the barrier
To a broke down base
A closed down rickety station made by a long gone faction set for observation
Beyond the confines
Ready to kill N turn man ghost
U can ask shh is mom i got him down but i ain't the one to boast
Kick down doors step on toes clear out all these gems
hitter
With this bling
I tell her kiss my ring
Then I tell that hoe to sit down
And you know she do it with a smile
For the king
With a smile for the king
on niggas
This is all original
And brand new, fidgetin' with tracks that are rigid and
Pigeonholin rappers while collectin' dividends at the door
Ya' know
the truth with no remorse
Yahushúa not the Horse
Yahwéh will close the doors
You won't find salvation in the stores
When they bring the Mark by force
Is
the night right, it was me and three of my boys
down at some bar sip lil rum, feelin' kinda lonesome
Mad open off the port hole that made me want to explode
Alumni bum I got the skin of my teeth between my fingertip and stellar
Lets bet it melts together
Let's get these men some shelter
Three hops on a cot
box, cracker took my mat I was sleeping on rocks, I was counting down and watching the clock, November when I dropped, 2019 a nigga was chilling by 2020
My first rifle was a 243 (Winston Parvick
Put the gun down and come to the door)
That Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me
I still fly that Southern
the people my goals getting close
So that's why my bars more broken
And I never leave my back door open
Why I trust less and I move by my doley
It left me
are a death trap
Creep chickens to where I rest at
Chiba-tricking, now it's 3 positions
Some even blessed that
It's only right though
I like em light,
'em down
Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
Just live your life
restaurants and favorite stores, they tore 'em down
Turned 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood
[C-Bo]
My whole crew balling
Pushing roses down to the impalas
On a mission for dollars bumping hoes
You know my motto
All about the cash 6
a quaver in A major
The people say what they need is a saviour
So take a fruit from the Asymme-tree
Thelonious planted in his day as a seed
The "bop" plant
commanded, had a vision of my uncle sitting down
By himself, meanwhile he's breaking down my physical health
Chronicle inseperable thoughts, to my head
98
Down the white halls I go
Passing cold rooms, too slow
Looking for the one that's mine
While the doors and the dinner bells chime
Little white
no
Hoe, you best get my niggas involved
Make my first mil' by 2021
And I'll change my name to B1llionz bro (B1llionz bro)
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