Lyrics:
The sickness in America has spread to her brain
She is no longer fit to make good decisions
She is completely blind and void of any vision
She parties hard
that I swindled man I'm sorry
Mixing loud and reggie hit em with that Ricky Bobby
I was playing dirty swear I did it with no conscience
We put too much
Yeah, RA
(You know what time it is)
Krept, Tally
Mad ting, sad ting
Been real (maniac, cool)
(My brudda)
Greazy ting
(Play Dirty)
Every
picked up on a callus trait,
Hate people who think there life is a drama,
Making in jokes about Americana,
Amusing myself is worth it for the karma,
trouble
It ain't nothin' but a G thing, baby
Young, locked out people, so we're crazy
Remember walking you from school and homies hate me
But I ain't
from (The bottom)
Right now we [?] lobster on the regular
Remember when we were crumb to crumb
Now we be smokin' that herb that be killin' people
Baby
red by candles
I don't wear beads or Burkenstock sandles
I'm loud and rude dirty and crude
Talkin' to you with a mouth full of food
Stayin' up all
sub-par maneuvers ain't makin' the grade
Some of y'all party people should be very afraid
Now, knowing me you're gonna get poetry
Plus a live show that you
call it movin' houses
I flew my youngins to Dubai, then they caged up the army
'Cause they took a couple APs at places we party
Phone to phone, don't
People say I probably parlay with the Devil
Parlay with myself, makes a lot of sense
Make some motherfucker gotta hop the fence
I show up in all black,
red by candles
I don't wear beads or Burkenstock sandles
I'm loud and rude dirty and crude
Talkin' to you with a mouth full of food
Stayin' up all
Fuck everybody who voted Tory
Yuppies who don't care about human need
People motivated only by their greed
Selfish, grasping fools who believe the media
me still come to the party
I really don't want any problems in here
We said that we brothers for life, I gave you my all thought you would always be
n*ggas shit back,
That was back in my younger days,
We used to spin around
Ah f*ck,
I went and bought me a dirty chopper and level up,
As I recall it came
brung my strap inside the party I don't need fits (I been here)
When I see your pussy ass lacking
You better hide quick (bitch!)
I just seen the cops
be skipping your shit like leg day
I've got dirty on the spoon like egg race
Still pop a one G-LOC on the estate
All they do is talk and make the
Real
shall let no bitch disturb me
she juss ain't worthy
born in the game, forced to get my hands dirty
an life is like a house party an I'm strapped
the Champagne
Dope my medication
7 grams I'm facing
God is amazing
Molded by the pain
I see through the fame
I still got my soul
I still use my brain
Lion
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