Lyrics:
Assassinate your mind state and broke the metal plate
Lyrical Nostradamus, psychotic mind of Sadaam
Ex-con, attack the Pentagon
with unorthodox firearm
Assassinate your mind state and broke the metal plate
Lyrical Nostradamus, psychotic mind of Sadaam
Ex-con, attack the Pentagon
with unorthodox firearm
the railroad tracks"
He says, "eagles in jet trails"
He says, "coils around feathers and talons on scales"
"Gravel under the belly plates"
He says, "wind in
the railroad tracks"
He says, "eagles in jet trails"
He says, "coils around feathers and talons on scales"
"Gravel under the belly plates"
He says, "wind in
kurt wood shit
(whatcha got on your plate future?) Fish and Grits!
Take a pic Snap a flick kiss my kicks they pay attention
Must they finally realize
All I can give account of
Right now is a nickel and a nail
That's all I have
I said all, all I have
Is a nickel and a nail
My friends, oh oh
Oh,
like Kyrie
First week, made four-hundred, like YG (YG)
Trail 'em with the blazers, dealers with the aces
Miller with the pacers, Medusa's lyin' faces
All I can give account of
Right now is a nickel and a nail
That's all I have
I said all, all I have
Is a nickel and a nail
My friends, oh oh
Oh,
When it's twilight on the trail and I jump along
The world is like a dream and the ripple of the stream is my song
When it's twilight on the trail
for the town one time for the town one time for the town aye
One time for the one time one time one time for the deuce nickel trey
One time for the town
slammers
When wise men approach niggaz know to hit da canvas
Got a wild style profile consist of no smiles
Blow trail for glow now to stack dough piles
me, Jesus
Will there ever be peace
No more nickel-plated burners
Need real change on these streets
Collection plates get rebuked
Over dead bodies,
lose)
(Come on)
Train bank or stage on the open plains
Hold em up with a chrome colt twin nickel plate
Or the double barrel shotgun
Whatever it takes
I can give account of
Right now is a nickel and a nail
That's all I have
I said all, all I have
Is a nickel and a nail
My friends, oh oh
Oh, they
All I can give account of
Right now is a nickel and a nail
That's all I have
I said all, all I have
Is a nickel and a nail
My friends, oh oh
Oh,
on the trail,
And I rest once more,
My ceiling is the sky
And the grass on which I lie is my floor
Never ever have a nickel in my jeans,
Never ever
on the trail,
And I rest once more,
My ceiling is the sky
And the grass on which I lie is my floor
Never ever have a nickel in my jeans,
Never ever
on the trail,
And I rest once more,
My ceiling is the sky
And the grass on which I lie is my floor
Never ever have a nickel in my jeans,
Never ever
on the trail,
And I rest once more,
My ceiling is the sky
And the grass on which I lie is my floor
Never ever have a nickel in my jeans,
Never ever
full of ki's and the plate expired
Have me checkin' your chest, no backgammon
The MAC blammin'
This rag hammer get too fly
You get crash landed
I slap
loser
Walkin' down the loser's trail
I'm a natural loser, loser
Walkin' all I ever do is fail.
--- Instrumental ---
I drove over to Las Vegas
In my nine
(foreign)
Mix race like a mix plate
More vibes in me then your mixtape (savage)
Sad boy and a mad boy
If I'm dying they be glad boy!
Nickels pennies
Kids
(Ghetto dope)
(5th Ward)
(5th Ward bass)
[ VERSE 1 ]
I'm one bad muthafucka out the Nickel
If a boy think he rough enough, then tell him just
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I got so much to do
But such little time
I wouldn't trade it for a nickel or dime
So much to do
So much going on
That's how I like
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