Lyrics:
don't need that fast train
To move me down the line
I'm on a slow coach riding the rails
My story is low on details
I go movin' down the line
I'm a slow
I'm in the park
I'm bout' to start
I'll hit a rail
I can not fail
I hit the pipe
I got that hype
I catch a tip
I do a flip
I catch a lift
What a gift
verdant country they came from all around
They sailed upon her waterways and they walked the forests tall
Built the mines the mills and the factories for
verdant country they came from all around
They sailed upon her waterways and they walked the forests tall
Built the mines the mills and the factories for
He giving way, see. He? he been down in Mexico,
He been down in Mexico.
He been workin' in this rope factory down in Mexico now.
Down in Mexico
Break up from a longer distance
Smiling for these bitches, yuh (Bitches)
I might let my guard down, but I am not you're guardian
I'm at the factory
city, throw it up (Up)
I own the game, coach slash player sho 'nough
Okay, haters throw fitted never showed up, yup
This is my story, yeah, I'm from that
city, throw it up (Up)
I own the game, coach slash player sho 'nough
Okay, haters throw fitted never showed up, yup
This is my story, yeah, I'm from that
city, throw it up (Up)
I own the game, coach slash player sho 'nough
Okay, haters throw fitted never showed up, yup
This is my story, yeah, I'm from that
I look up
Straight up
I gave 'em time, time
Time
Now it's back to me nigga
I took my clique turned it to faculty nigga
Took my operation to factory
I turned back towards the factory
With a rail running through my head
And the stain of a rust red romance
Though my iron age rose is dead
Will
is great. (You just listen to what the coach says!)
Coaches:
Couldn't stand gravel and sand,
Being ignored, no-one aboard,
Nodoby complaining we were
we are not the same
I said fuck with a kid
Rail a bean off this bitch
Then I swerve, almost crash
Fuck her face on the dash
I said fuck with a kid
chasing that bag
And I keep a Glock and it won't ever jam this a factory clip we don't do pro mag
I've been in some shootouts and never got hit, all the ops
and the freaks get coach seats
They some cannibals (eaters)
They like to get geeked
Drink a whole bottle, wake up and repeat (damn)
She took a little shh,
on the mail train
Running out of rail track
Hope you know the way home
I think I'm gonna go roam
Factory gates standing still
Brother's in the church yard
I hear a gang fire on a human factory farm
Are they howling out or doing somebody harm
On a catwalk jungle somebody grabbed my arm
A voice spoke
strikes you so late
As the guy with the broom
Sweeps you and the bottles
Right out of the room
Now I wash in the factory
Confess in the tile house
I
and the freaks get coach seats
They some cannibals (eaters)
They like to get geeked
Drink a whole bottle, wake up and repeat (damn)
She took a little shh,
I am a shotgun rider for the San Jacinto line
The desert is my brother, my skin is cracked and dry
I was ridin' on a folk coach and everything was
A part of something greater
The pride of industry
Or just another brick they laid
To build the factory
Today we turn in harmony
The motor running
the factories (ayy)
Bitch, I do my own dirt, you ain't gotta look after me (ayy)
Bitch, I'm handin' out shots like I'm makin' a daiquiri (ayy)
"NLE ain't got
represent my city, throw it up
I own the game, coach slash player shown up
Okay, haters throw fitted never showed up
(Yeah!) This is my story
Yeah I'm from
What's it matter what side of
The glass we're on?
So may your management rail guide you
To a better place someday
Although technically
They're
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