Lyrics:
got some more ideas that I wanted to do
so it might be a seven to eight track album, I don't know, but we'll just see
Probably only be a seven because I
just waiting for the baton
Got my masters in English
So I may resort to Latin
By the time you hear time
I'll be past gear six
And if they ain't dead
get in this game this rap
Shit just know it's a mother
Fucker and eight out of the 10 people
That you meet are going to
Be pieces of shit snakes they
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
nintey-eight
Aye-aye
On my mama, I'll prolly be ninety-eight
'Fore I put this mic down
So you can keep your two cents
I've been one hunnid since
surrender our ways to God's ways
For the Bible says that not by might nor by power
But by his spirit
So say Lord fill me with your spirit
Because with his
they wanna hang me for things I believe in
When it's the only thing restraining me from kicking their teeth in
They say my music is too shameless must be
as the bluegrass songs say.
They were standing underneath a giant pine tree there in Crockett singing the rudest, most grotesque, nastiest bluegrass songs you've
the you that you were meant to be
So put down your anxiety, it's time to change the frequency
Let's protect that energy, just breathe
But life in plastic is
and shivering against the cold rain. Often, as we passed through towns, I saw men and women digging in the ruins of their homes for something they might still
a cassette, and pop it in the tape deck
Album or eight-track, as long as it ain't wack
Funk is addictive, but not like crack black
I'm hip to the old shit,
sometimes it's clouded by thoughts
Thoughts of winning, thoughts of losing
Maybe just failing at life
My thoughts hit harder at night
I might be wrong but I'm
bride is chucky's
But I might've stumped em
In and out of touch with a couple a sluts and I think I love them
They'd compete on tv for me, I still can't
your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far
phony
Charge it to the game they told me at the top that it be lonely
I might just drop 20 songs nigga because I really can
I just might drop 20 songs
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
It's the ten wife commandments
I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
It's the ten wife commandments
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
It's the ten wife commandments
I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
It's the ten wife
'cause he was one of the truest
I don't know why they be pumpin', it's somethin'
Maybe in the music when it be bumpin'
It's crunk and it's hella
'cause he was one of the truest
I don't know why they be pumpin', it's somethin'
Maybe in the music when it be bumpin'
It's crunk and it's hella
vision was clouded
They used to doubt, son
They only care about income I'm
Worried about the outcome
My flow will make Jay
Electronica drop the album
Shit,
I'm shooting down all these SoundCloud
Rappers cause they whack now
45
Or 44
Or 16
You choose now
I can do great with just 8
Bars man but pause wait
the jungle, turn you to spaghetti
Nigga be acting like they are so real
I pull out that chopper let 'em
Niggas see how it feel
Sippin' on actavis, you know how
8 Bits
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
Chorus
I plan to cut them all into 8 bits an then I will
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