Lyrics:
No regard for life or death
We hear for the thrill
Even though i feen for drills
These rhymes stay ill
Kill suicide beats
In suicide watch
Toxic
This is what you give me to work with
Well, honey, I've seen worse
We're going to turn this sow's ear
Into a silk purse
We'll have you washed
You can make it
But if you flagrant when you walk over answers
Your chance some of them can civil and fashion over passions
What's worse than being
Pound of weed you can smell it by the door
Palm trees you can have this all season
I'm balling and the niggas running with me
Is ready for whatever
I can't hear now
It can't get much worse than this now
Baby, how hard are you? Go 'head now
How long are you gon' stick around?
When the money get
the pistol
Tinted black, got the window right
Always shoot the gap at the yellow light
Bag of little yellow pills for the nerves
But it makes it even worse
please take these displaced feelings
Though they taste way worse than whiskey
Our lips can touch the bottle like God allowed
You live for the delusion
I got love for the ghetto, love for the hood
Love for the people that turn the bad into good
Love for the people that think that it could be worse
and a bottle on the left
And nobody playin' fair every man for himself
When push come to shove, shove come to push
You against us, nah us against you
All
I hang wit' murderers
I hang wit'
I hang wit'
Ayy, bitch
And I hang with murderers for sure
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
We done put
ain't no questioning thunder under my shirt
Fuck around and you'll be up under the dirt
This automatic will turn your home into a hearse
Worse case
Surround yourself with people that'll help you
That'll listen to you
I do this shit for a living, this my job to pay the bills
I can guarantee that by 18
the light
Oh, can you see what you've been asking of me?
With the turn of this knife, know I will take your life
This ain't a crime, no, I'm calling for
Ham like Peter porker, man stop
Get shot with my sock-em bopper bottle rocket
All them Boggy beats is automatic
Actually ask for a beat from me, you
It's 3:18, mouth tastes like the corpse of every pregnant teen,
The minutes are hours, the hours are days,
I feel infected by your presence, you
serve our gods by drinking our own kind of water
But your god is sending us deep down there for torture
Jim's already there, Shane is on his way
It's
listenin'
Seein' niggas comin' for me, through my diamonds when they glistenin'
Now pay attention, bless me please Father, I'm a ghost
In these killin'
T-t-turn up, V12 and I burn up
My chick that fly bitch and your bitch unheard of
4 AM and we still poppin' bottles
Probably have a new chick tomorrow
'Cause
It's time to go left and not right
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers
and unwind
Whenever I turn my boombox on
Welcome to my world
Back when Martin was the shit and rocking
Bottles of Saint Ides
K was like nah, a young buck
Pastimes turn to reminiscing past times
Baptized by the boat being capsized
Now
I never thought about
What if it was something else?
Like someone else?
And when I'm falling to pieces, goin' Crazy
With a heart that just won't mend
A bottle of wine and Patsy Cline
And I get by again.
Toss and turn on my
of course
Who rides a horse in Nashville? I might
I got bicycles for the kids, tricycles for the babies
M-80s, bottle rockets, bottles in my pocket
boy, Poppa see to put a slug in your vest
Check, I walk around the street with the black tech nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
So turn
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