Lyrics:
chopper sound off
Five million dollars, put everybody on my roll call
Seventy thousand dollars missin', stolen by my roll dog
Boozilla, should I zip
top it off
I hold mines while these cowboys pop it off
You just a movie-dude claimin' that you pop-soft
This shit's like cold grits without the hot
bouncing off the street
Put it down like some shit when it hit the toilet
Put it down like some coke when I'm bout to boil it
Put it down like babies
paper, it's just survivalist human nature
To put you out of your misery like euthanasia, yeah
Don't let them fool you, we ain't different than the youth in
like Asher Roth
Y'all just trying to put food on the table
While I'm a just come and try to snatch it off
If it ain't for me
Most young dudes would be
smoke man
Ya don't want no smoke
Ya don't wanna smoke with nice
You lose your soul for life
Some people don't know the price
They blame it
pain
In my demise, you can put it on my grave
"Here lies a lost soul of rage, seen brighter days
And outta darkness done graduated, made a way"
ticked off
I'm gon' put my heart and soul in this
12 deep look who I'm rollin' with
Took with the game like a stingy kid
God moves lil homie I witnessed
it
I don't want a sentence
Trappin out of business
I was product of my society a menace
Need a demonstration
Not a demon takin
All my energy I put
half of 'em wouldn't even hunt
We don't give a fuck, get it said, bust by let'em take on us
We don't ever break, word to my ninth son ya niggas, gang
your side even if you alone
In my head you roam
Living rent free off Styrofoam
You my whole soul, and you gone
Only want you don't care if it's right
I wanna be the best who ever did it
Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't
But if it is then God, if you're listenin'
Please grant me
Made it out the mud off the hustle
Nobody showed love I struggled
I just wanna fuck no cuddles
Ain't a flip if you don't double
Don't make me flex my
My soul
My faith
I can't let it fade
(I can't let it fade)
I can't loose my way
(I can't loose my way)
Times get hard I know
But what's my soul
all over, put drugs in your punch
When you pass out I'll wrap you in plastic and hit you with hammers and flatten your skull 'til it's crushed
I don't
out, nigga
It ain't 'bout a check, pussy nigga
Don't check for me
For disrespect, send a bullet respectfully
I put my niggas on
You know that we next
with a Hodag making thirteen an hour
My name is D.P. no it's not Dr. Pepper
I'm not too fancy on the field, I don't flash a leather
I put in hard work
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
off the red wine
Know you been burnt by them other niggas
They was wrong, it's ok cuz I'm fuckin wit ya
Look me in my eyes girl I'm Fuckin wit ya
This
ground, and put it on you surfboard so you won't slip off. Try it on your (Jim Bean Boy), and on the, the red balloons, you can blow up all balloons with
the shell of the hollow who dwell
In the shadows of all who are willing to sell their souls
For this rap game, and it g-g-goes
One, two, three, check-check
on my sneakers.
She suck me like a vacuum and I stain all of her t-shirts
SOULLL ye dat girl a SOUL REcPER.
Put the mic up in her pussy and it fucking
Cole no I wont be late
I just put a smile on and call that shit my poker face
If I die while Im awake I pray the lord my soul to take
Thats the way it
you a hole
That murder shit be graphic nigga u don't even kno
He shaking and u cant save em that's how it
Yo own nigga yea, yea seen him lose his soul
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