Lyrics:
probabilities, but I got somethin' much better.
My Rocket 88, fastest in the land.
Crucial, crucial, velocity.
My Rocket 88, fastest in the land.
Crucial,
Kid, you better say nothing.
Kid, you better lie low.
'Cause this future's coming,
666 feet below.
Pack up your belongings, get your suitcase
Hey bro, take it slow
You ain't livin' in a video
You're flying low with a high velocity
No doubt, you're stressin' out
That ain't what rock
Good old General Hand Grenade
Ridin' in a motorcade
Sippin' on a lemonade
And waving at his fans
Isabella Band Aid
Wavin' at the Shrine parade
With the spreading of a low black cloud
A thunderous roar shakes the air
Like the whole world exploding
Scorching blast of golden fire
As it slowly
With the spreading of a low black cloud
A thunderous roar shakes the air
Like the whole world exploding
Scorching blast of golden fire
As it slowly
A knackeries recital
Respiring lines of warm stupefying black powder cordite
Hilti DX seven five zero
Low velocity recoil lock and load
Into cerebral grey
trapped upon a hill
I heard mega
Yo, be for real
I was buried on a battlefield
I heard mega bombs, firearms and more alarms
And hand grenades, mad
explain it (don't change up)
Sold nickles, sold dime bags, now I'm famous
Been posted up with the murder squad, we're all hangin'
Stayed low in the cut,
Where raining on mc's with speed high velocity
Many styles the Dox is mastering transformation
Where raining on mc's with speed high velocity
Many
there
Cause baby I know, I know
We're almost all in now, but almost only counts anyway
In horseshoes and hand grenades
Who wants a parking lot when you
chaos, bringing the ruckus
Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under bucks
If you can't beat us, then join us
Get on the team
Street sweepers, grenades
there
Cause baby I know, I know
We're almost all in now, but almost only counts anyway
In horseshoes and hand grenades
Who wants a parking lot when you
Breathe in!
@gain
Get hit
With sound
The war
Is now
Grenade
explode
Got guns
Its loud
Get hit
Fall down
Got guns
Its loud
Get hit
Get downed
Get
with you boy
Wonderful lush and true
It's clear to me a lucid dream of you boy oh
Swallows fly high and swallows fly low
When I feel the pressure
whippin' up? (Whoa)
JID in the back, if you lookin' for the dope
Niggas got it in the bag 'cause we trappin' on the low
And I'm the shit with the flow,
straight fucking me
The whole operation shook bitches ain't loving me
No more see I gotta make a switch
Should I lay low or run wild and stick shit
you ever forget
I'm just a poor little white boy
Showin my respect
Like Willie Mays my eyes Purple Haze
My solar razor burn through shades
My grenades
A knackeries recital
Respiring lines of warm stupefying black powder cordite
HILTI DX seven five zero
Low velocity recoil lock and load
Into cerebral grey
see, a soldier like me
Posse deep, as I roll through the streets
Motherfuck the police as we creep in our Jeeps
Layin' so low, you'd think I'm
of courtesy and velocity
Somebody got to have propulsion
Push the envelope
Extra, extra, read all about it
Common sense makes a comeback
Extra, extra,
If I lost it all today, would you stay?
Could my love be enough to stimulate?
If shit hit the fan, grenades got thrown
Would you still show, oh?
him, he was unfazed
He waited, it was worth it, he never retaliated
He saved it, slavin', on the road blazin'
Days when he was low, nothin' could raise
"Oh baby, for heavens sake"
Yo, hey yo my rap style swing like Willie Mays
My eyes Purple Haze, my solar razor burn through shades
My grenades raid
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