Lyrics:
It's eerie county evil, keep your ladder everyday
Death is coming whether you're a sinner or a saint
Claim you competition use your blood for
Four counties today, but tomorrow will be three
I'll wake up in the same bed where I'll go to sleep
I'm always on the move, yet I never leave
four walls
Pray to happen upon it
Like I've done all 20 years
I can call back on so far
Now I'll curb the fear
Catch up with my peers
Gotta leave, but
homegrown
Carolina boy
I always watch the throne
Richland County's very own
I got a city key
It's not official yet
APB be that key
Kodi set the play
He knew
and the Cambo
Rather drive a truck than a brand new Lambo'
C-h, e-a, t-h-a-m-c-o
Ain't gone hold me back, drop life
Down in four low
You won't catch me slippin'
Tonight we vibe
Easing my stress away
Little VSOP and Mary Jane
Did the day job flow see now it's time to play
It's how we do it here in FLA
I don't
you wanna be
We could just, pick up on the road, with a different speed
You could just, let ya man know, when you done, with the little league
Fuckin'
forty-four beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
say
I don't give two fucks what a hater gotta say
At all
I don't give two fucks, three fucks, four fucks bout what a hater gotta say
At all
You ain't
wake up
Wake up, little Suzie, wake up
We've both been sound asleep
Wake up little Suzie and weep
The movie's over it's four o'clock
And we're in
Ladies and gentlemen: Sunz of Man
Uh, Jungle of Concrete
Yo, yo
[Chorus: x4]
In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the bees/wee
Ain't nothin'
I dive in the money, in the money like a lake
When I took them pills I aint ever been the same
Gotta problem with me little youngin' can throw a fade
louboutons
Little bid-ad mami
She Dress 4 figures on
you to love me but don't ever try to change me
Com'on little flower girl, see me
Till the day I die on time if you need me
Comon little flower girl, see
throwing big bows
On the east, 24 carat, Cutty throwing up big fours
On the outs, balling on a budget, fuck it, I'ma get them bricks sold
In the kitchen
(Go right in now you know)
The ghetto chancellor (yeah)
Candle lights the block, my Goose from Canada
Twenty-four karat Lazarus, portable camera
forty-four beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
forty-four beneath my head
Woke up next morning and I grabbed that gun
I took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
forty-four beneath my head.
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I run too slow
They
get on
Hook
Verse 4: Flesh N Bone
I remember like yesterday
Way back in the day coming up
Moms used to read to me everyday
Through the evening even
to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One
to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One
to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One
buying irons for her little dog
But she hop on the dick like a bullfrog
And I move this shit like a U-Haul
Got a room full of hard, no RuPaul
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