Lyrics:
years old
And she already knows what Red Bull tastes like, I'm fucked
Judge, if you're seeing this, please let me have McKenzie back
I even wore my
bought this car, no renting (uh)
Five percent the windows tinted
F&N, the scope extended
Beat a bitch back, I got her screaming
Pop a Perc' 10, I feel
all day, don't even own a script
Up at the house kicking back, me and Capone we lit
Watch that Rollie gliss, it's hitting off the fucking clock
I think
sarcasm with a little satire
English teachers like
"this kid is mad hired cause his word play hotter then a frickin campfire"
"You kids ready to learn?" I
pizza in the South Valley
In two hoods living two ways
Three little girls same last name four letters tattooed on my back
Bout my blood until I learned
biting bitches by the neck
Got my dick as long as cords or sasaa que's for the check
A little bit depressed, I mix the mta and cess
Too much to the chest
voices in my head
Little by little got my eyes seeing red
Sitting here crying in my bed
Torn apart by every little word that you said
All these voices in
don't need to go back no more.
I'm just a family man, like it or not,
I am a family man.
I'm a-holding onto what I've got.
I'm a family man,, right
I got red on my Glock 9 that's a bloody tool
I got red on my Christian Lous these some bloody shoes
I got red on my jean U's these some bloody Trues
on, let's go back
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once
I been chasin titles
Brother got hearts to break like Sean Michaels
Brother won’t hesitate
I get baked with a bad little ting who hate to read
Look out my front door, what do I see,
Another little yoot on the street shottin' weed,
It wont be too long before that yoot is shottin' smack,
shoulder|and a flat top by my side|i roam the great north country |and feel so free inside|there stops an old hay wagon|i climb up on the load|where i munch
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Aaah
Flawless Victory
Niggas been a thorn by my side
Yeah yeah
Niggas still talking out of spite
Yeah yeah
Bad bitch coming for
an octoroon
This little cookie here's a macaroon, that big round thing's a red balloon
And the paper down here's called the Picayune
And here's a New Orleans
that it'd
Be a friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump
So we took the half-a-ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red
full of salad, you can tell by how I'm dressing
I'm a blessing but reckless Full court pressure
Pocket full of salad, got to watch how you address me,
a vision it's clear
We all bleed red I don't fear
No man, no woman can knock me off top my gear
Shit got foggy but I still kept shit clear
You tryna drive in
2 wock pints its codeine in my styrofoam
2 bad hoes fucked me once na they cant let me go
I got red pill blue pill it look like pepsi co
I got cold
came up at (up at)
Invest in myself, made everything back (make back)
I just left Dior and I spent ten racks (ten racks)
Took a hundred thousand out,
seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side it'd
lines no
Why I keep saying that moms needed a mansion
These goals
Granpops want that Rover
Granma that X5 tho
Lil want that wagon
Put her on so she could
know they got my back til the very end
Now let me begin where you fell off cuz that girls on my dick
Even though its soft
Now wait for my ranch and get
your wagon at my station
Uh, show don't tell
Came from the mud and I came from hell
Feel me like I'm braille
Read me like some mail
Laying back laying
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