Lyrics:
roles with the rolls, hop in a ghost like I possessed it
They desperate to be selected but in em it's not embedded
Back where i belong, like Kobe
by the task
Bond money lawyer money real important when you trapping with a caution
Backwoods got me dead coffin
Just like the weekend I do this shit
fifty seven A.M.
I feel so high and I am
Never tempted by the scam
Of real life
Or something
When I cry
I’m bluffin'
Cause I know that
Everything will be
this shit for more than power I ain't talkin 50
Got up to the throne and said the bottom sent me yeah
In the dark potential grows, I'm on the low
I'm
Of their country
They won the battle
Rights to be free
The king is gone
New rules shall be written
By our hand
Proclaim for all to see
Across this
from the conversation
I was hoping my greed was filled by occupation
Trynna force red to greens, was trynna stop waiting
My pockets filled w dead racist
want me dead, but they can't stop me
By talking all this smack I just put myself in the hot seat
But there's a difference between confidence and being
time fifty thousand men
Are dancing on my grave
I shoot my bow and arrow
At the duck man by the bay
Aw come on man you hit my eye
That's the second time
seen a headshot with a brain splatter
He traumatized by the look of the brain matter
I got a 50-round drum for a chain snatcher
I don't wanna do no more
Ayy, Big Synco in this bih
Smokin' on your dead nigga cousin
Big yeah aight in this mf
Yeah, Aight
Ayy, yup
Told them boys don't spin back
and make the call
And if u ain good enough imma make the call and get u mauled
If u think u worthy then come be a rider
Kill the whole gang yea ion leave no
You become Ed Sheeran with that face full of red dots
Six-fifty Maybach, all the extras
Wavin' like the president, followed by some black trucks
I
To protect his family’s investment in China
50 years in the senate left him fruitless and bitter
Whilst kids in their 20s getting wealthy on Twitter, Still
No, I ain't ending up dead
Get a white bitch, she sniffin' on somethin You can ride down with a sled
I can make a bitch fall in love
By the way I
coughin
Sex God
Tryna live right by God
Let the odds be in my favor like that Mocking Jay
And tuck that 40 in your pocket
She belong to the streets, homie
The murder cannibalism then buried under land
Four thousand dead bodies laid over the same court as i battle this judge for my buds its the same war
Its
fit she keep the K
1 late day you turning your grave you dead on sight like DOA
Hollister jeans with a button up flannel
Cigarette cost be charging
he got caught up at the light Caught em' by surprise
Its gone be his last stop tonight
If they catch me that's my life
I'll shoot out with the cops
just gotta live it, pop it out wit 100 stacks and 50 clicks, we liv it, what a world we livin', by this time she livid, can not catch the vision, can't
today fuck around with me, be dead tomorrow (tomorrow)
Every time I get super high, I think about Big Scarr (Scarr)
That's why I love this fast life,
pall-bearer in sheer terror
I'll be ready for war with suede timbs on
Y'all ain't ready to brawl until Vin's gone
Won't stop till you dead in hell
Vinnie
(yeah, boom, boom)
Now you gone, dead, deceased
(Boom, boom, boom)
See I don't be buyin' no bottles (Nah uh)
'Cause them bitches high as fuck (Fasho)
And I
they're pursuing
But it's my stomping ground where herds get blown down
Think I'm getting caught by beasts you's a damn clown
Check the drums of death
[Gun shots followed by screaming]
[Proof:]
Pow-pow! Straight off the corral
Now, the dirtiest street vet from the mile
Is vexed without the techs
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