Lyrics:
bitches looking at me
Fly as a bird and i heard that they call me a g
Failure is nothing i see
I'm goin harder than ever before this is me
Ye baby girl this
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
giant of this shit
And I do way more, just twist the words
You better listen and observe, how I rip the verb
Niggas get the nerve to run up on me, but my
Don't cast your stones at my glass house
Don't cast no more stones at my glass house
I'm seeking search and rescue in this rundown bar
I take a blond
(Yea, yea, yea, oh)
Credit score went up
Bitch shut up
Better than before
That's a mess
This a one up
(This a one up)
I've been getting ready getting
Nothing but love for the bandits, far and wide, I've always been an outlaw, on the run from the Pinkertons, we'll be gone by the morning, gonna get my Red
And I don't like your atitude
You do shit that dem hoes on a rag'll do
Ol' faggot, you better watch your mouth
Fo' I be in front yo' house, when yo'
Met you in the summer
You were hotter than the weather
Said I'm doing fine
And you said you could do me better
Whatever
We hit it off and then
Aye, promise it ain't nothing
Brand new kicks make me feel like jumping
Aye, promise it ain't nothing
With you by my side, roll up to any function
Aye,
this dude's fuckin life functions
I cut and you wind up in my backyard
It's gore, wives should get their fuckin legs cut
Violators get smeared with
to get it crackin'
Yeah, don't mix gang bangin'
With this rap shit my niggas bananas
Red bandanas when they clap shit
Red rags around they face in traffic
know better than most that you have the skills to go far
Bro everybody believes you gonna be a future star
And part of that's because from a young age
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
supposed to dream
Keep it on lock so nobody find the key
I can show you way better than anything I would speak
This what we breathed every day outta the week
The works of flesh are dead
And dead faith isn't any better
I'm saved by grace
But each choice is mine to choose
Co-laboring with Jesus, like Paul
Is nothing
to try
Just kick off your shoes, get on the floor
This is what we came here for
Oooooh, you've got to break it down
You've got to get it out
Just get
and I live by the Fifth Amendment
Every sentence that I'm representin'
Don't get intentions that I was intendin'
No point is intended
But
to me
What does it all mean?
I can almost taste it
Yeah, can't stop now (I can almost taste it)
This may be the last chance I get to be famous
(I
Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck
I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck
They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines
for the volume button
Get it high
Grime coming through with something
Hands to the sky
Stunting in a Cadillac
Bigger than Barrack Obama
This rhyme is
to bounty hunt to fulfill their cravings (Crave)
They'll get up on your ass if you keep complaining
But you didn't hear it from me, you got it from Satan
they ain't nothing baby don't pay it no nevermind
Fuck you and yours this is is my time to shine
Dreams of low riders cruising by touch the sky
Yeah I'm
don't like your atitude
You do shit that dem hoes on a rag'll do
Ol' faggot, you better watch your mouth
Fo' I be in front yo' house, when yo' ass come
Fuck this bunch of mumbling bastards I rap best when I spit daggers, you've got nothing but shit bangers
That's why I'm bringing the dragon in
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