Lyrics:
of my stunts
I'm ready to die for my blood
Ready to die by the love
We do this type shit for fun
Nigga what's up?
My favorite cousin's back in town
hanging out the Cutlass letting off shots
Bill Clinton gettin' head, you buggin', you think I'm not
Donald Drumpf ain't safe on my block, gotcha your
beat the case
Motherfuck a Bill of Rights
I need a bill of Miller's Lite
Phenergan up in my sprite
I ain't sippin' Miller Lite
I like to say my
the passenger
Kush in my lungs lick your lips we be flirting
Toes by your kneecaps looks baby no swerving
You say I'm flyer than Julius Erving
Can't fall in love
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
was a tip drill
My apple bottom lookin' right, I know you wanna bite
You's a tip drill, I heard you was a tip drill
I got you payin' my bills
figga, coochie licker, relationshipper
Damn right I'm wit' her twenty/four/five, she gettin' thicker
By the daily, as a child they couldn't fade me
you've been waitin'
Like a child, aggravatin'
For Schoolly School, to come along
To put a dope beat into a rap song
I know, it's quite absurd
Like
nothin
Saw you bustin your butt to keep the bills paid
Saw you hustlin for extras
For more pay you made a way
And tried to keep us happy up in the house
Alabama down in Mobile
At that time, she had mo' bills than me
And she, her, had no time to chill with me
I still miss her, I wonder where could she be?
Silent night holy night
All is calm all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in
and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay that
I love your
and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay that
I love your
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
Now, I was raised on the wild side
Ever since a child i 'member food stamps
When mama said it's child time
Papa had the green Seville
With the Alpine
They said you can't leave,
She said yes I will,
They said don't see him,
She said his name is Bill,
She's on a road and its all uphill.
[Chorus]
Rooster Hill
By Ronnie Rogers
Last Saturday night on rooster hill
I lost 4 one hundred dollar bills
Came home with my champion cock cut all
silver toed high heeled boots and a big old horseshoe diamond ring
Hung his big white Stetson hat on the rack by the pinball machine
He walked up
Vital stats - how white was their skin
Unimportant - just another inner-city drive-by thing
Morning - fine - serve your first coffee of the day
Real
blow by
My eyes stay fixed but the picture's kinda outta focus
I cry a lot but admit to it
Enjoyin' life now but I've been through it
Sometimes I
Mob out chasing after dollar bills
They claim they solid turns out they ain’t really real
Landfills in the streets is always mad thrills
Get it out
Rage!
Fuck up the world
Fuck up the world
Fuck up the world
Me and destiny got a date
Martin had a dream, C.I.C got a team
your chain already
Until destiny
You'll see
You and I were born to sail our dreams
Were infinity
Growing up remember days thinking about life
About who you're gona be some
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