Lyrics:
if not, where the hell did it go?
'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin
Even if it means I'm selling my soul,
When a bitch suck my dick, I be like "wooh!"
If I'm counting more than a thousand dollars I be like "wooh!"
Count them rollz! Damn!
The Audi
recognize
The you I create with my pen
But my heart's in the right place now and again
My heart's in the right place, know what I mean?
My heart's in
count on my life
Born from the sky
Ah
Words of discouragement disappear
In your clear eyes
Never change, never doubt
What you mean to my life
on business (how?), put 'em in a suite and tie
There was a switch, the suspect shot once, victim hit a lot of times
When I lost Elo it rained hard that day
And this is the hook
I can't make the hills
The system is shot
I'm living on pills
For which I thank God
My page was too white
My ink was too thin
shots and a world of pain
And a, two shots, and a
Tell your dudes that we get rude
Smoking sour diesel
You know that that shit means something
So
I shot ya!
I'm splittin' brothers open like a doctor
Ya fell asleep, the vampire teeth got'cha
I drop ya down in boilin' acid
Ya melt like
aim is better
Shots as clean as a mean goal-getter
A bad man on the run
I'm gonna be your dark stranger
Contact man 'tween you and danger
I'll
I shot ya!
I'm splittin' brothers open like a doctor
Ya fell asleep, the vampire teeth got'cha
I drop ya down in boilin' acid
Ya melt like
you compose a curse
Or will today bring the blessings?
Fill the page with rhyming verse
Or some random sketching
Teach us to count the days
Teach
count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stupid, king o'the town, yeah I been that
Oh my name it ain't nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I was taught and brought up there
The laws
Taylor's in that stash
By that 7-45 beamer
And the way you give back shots
Like Venus and Serena
Have a nigga on stage gangsta leanin', oooh
If ever you
and drive-bys
Kiss yo' ass bye-bye, sayanora suckers
I flipped the script and turned the page ain't scared of you motherfuckers
Be boppin' shots, like
Oh my name it ain't nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I was taught and brought up there
The laws
I'll never take a pay cut (never)
Roll over, give her dick on the wake up (uhh)
Crystal, 1K for the shape up (chopped)
These niggas tryna count my
friends paid up (Hm)
We taking all our shots straight up (Ay)
Still twerking Louboutins, Prada (Ay)
And I know they feel away
They love to say my name
Know
count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stupid, king o'the town, yeah I been that
you say your here forever, but never again
I'd like to say I'm sorry
But I don't mean it hardly
You ripping out the pages
My heart you've been
count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stupid, king o'the town, yeah I been that
turn ya books to page 69 and start sucking
When Organized drop the tracks then start ducking
When Ludacris get in the bed start fucking
You wanna be
will
Wash the chalk marks from the ground.
Saturday night, shots ring out,
Add one to the body count.
You come alive to see another's end.
Oh my name it ain't nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I was taught and brought up there
The laws
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