Lyrics:
feel like I don’t need you
But I be seeing you on the daily
Wake me up when I don’t have to fucking daydream
Shaken up by the stakes that I be raising
a church, it's rock 'n roll
If there's a devil, I sold my soul
And it's alright whatever we do tonight
'Cause if there's a God dammit, she won't mind
If
call you a rat if you snitchin' (woo)
I came from the same damn street as the pimpin'
I'm raised by them junkies, we sleep with them bitches
Young
Put your hands up in this bitch
This is poetry for anybody that ever gets stopped by the pigs
Police In Graves
Cause they're mental death using
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto
rock with me
Swang and bang I'm back in the game, come on y'all drop
Tops with me
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
rock with me
Swang and bang I'm back in the game, come on y'all drop
Tops with me
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
where it's cold
Darkness and teenage desire
Yeah, that's Midwest rock and roll
Yeah, that's Midwest rock and roll
Wanted to see the Black Keys
drops
It will slap, no Chris Rock
Damn
Running laps around the beat like I'm the man
Fuck around and soon you understand why I'm so in demand
Life ain't
Capture this funakthon loaded by the Mecca Don
Into the red zone, you spot my skull and crossbone alone
To fill the Watergates, slaughter great,
like a giant so goddamn tall
Lifestyle check sex drugs and rock and roll
Living god got cash bags, tubs I'm Rockefeller tall
What is that must be a dream
she be like "5-4-3"
Now drop down, you a freak (Milly rock)
Bend it over, touch your feet (yeah)
Shake that booty, I know it's little but unique
circles 'till they dizzy and drop
That's a fact that's a fendi on pops
Take my time let it rock your brain freeze
When you rush to the top, get it
Digging
and tossed by the boss and uh
That's me
In the back seat
Rollin up somethin
It's prolly trees
But fuck it I'm rollin something
It's prolly trees
So fuck it
We get up Monday morning
Roll outa bed
Get that coffee pourin
Crank that truck by 9 we’re workin
Making somethin out of nothin
We’re corner office
How I'm a rock all these clothes
I can't rock all of these kicks
Got damn
How I'm a rock all of these clothes fashion
Fuck it up
Fucking up
Fucking
pass my by
That's why I stay oh so high
One blunt
Two blunts
Three blunts
Four
Never stop, Never slow my roll
Times so fast, always pass my by
That's why
wanna roll another pack
Get high as nose bleeds
I got that bag and now they acting like they know me
No you can’t tell me that you real
You gotta show me
paper cause I'ma lock all you bitches up!
When I go big, I'ma stop the world and rock n' roll!
But until then, I'll let you know that I'm still banned!
Suck my dick on P E
Smoke woods
On church
That shit lit
Doing what
I want no cap
Mad big
Made five bands by just
Sipping drank
Loui luggage drip
Went
over half you dudes that’s rapping sound like Dej Loaf
A quarter of em sound like the Migos
The rest do it for the gram repost or pre rolls
But I do
worry, we got plenty of jugs"
He said, "Ain't no one sayin' that it's pretty
But it's always a pretty damn good time
At that Mountain City Titty
Right
my ass all night
But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad
That's the best damn pussy I ever had
Got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine
I'm gonna fuck
Fascinated allegation kilo grams of that coke
Roll with 25 and never knew his social number
Mac-11 for that Gucci belt to go up under
Black man's pride, see
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