Lyrics:
not on the block yet fools/ you could tell i'm
fly by my postre boo/ i get into the thighs of a prostitute/ then buy her
a popsicle/ that's why i hear
a villain
Really killing
Monday time just came out for the season
I can see the joy that's in your face without a reason
People need to holler when they sight
as fuck all over everywhere else
We'll find a way to make a way out of no way or fake it 'til it's finally over
Am I supposed to care so much
I didn't
punch shawty I will make you see the light mayne
Stomp-out shawty I will make you read my Jordans
Try Gucci Mane boy you must be retarded
Glock
is bold and they choose to roll
I kill em all, watch now n**** truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
N****s dyin' by my
bulls eye
Jordan 6 rings state of mind
I got that bull pride
I'm just warming up I'm bout to grill em'
Like cook out
Fuck this game hard and never pull
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
clothes come out smelling of grease
I got my back to the rail at the end of the alley by the by-pass
You might just see me scratching all these things
meaning ain't no motherfuckin way
Rappers get gassed come on and get fast
Try to get past when I blast, and you can hand over your ass
One line
ROCK NOW
By: Ryan Lakebreeze
VERSE 1
Bae
I know it breaks your heart
I wrote them songs
From a Escalade
That didnt go push start
So now i push hard
in broad daylight
The only way you live if it don't spray right
But you out your death wish so if I miss you'll be facin barrels by midknight
A young man sits alone by himself after stabbings
Locked in the dark, no one's home
His heads' been warped since his birth no one's bragging
for him
When he comes down my chimney
I've got munchies here, munchies there
Left over Chinese in my Frigidaire
I'm the Iron Chef of this munchie shit
bubble over
Scraped it with a spoon
I'm a fucking goon
If you hit the block early enough, then you'll sell out by noon
I'm in tune with the streets
I ain't
a fuck if my Jordans got creases
Why you think we selling dope for buy another pair next weekend
When I die, take over my route
Get your money build up
fucking mercy
You will die by the cross
Fear me
For I am God
Fear me
For I am God
Fear me
For I am Death
Fear me
For I am Death
living in
Ay
Come on Brudda this my time
Out of your hi fi
Im on a high rise
I'm level above and I'm the right guy
I'm up in the sky and I will fly by
Tell
to cross my mind
Left the thought of you behind me
When I pulled out of the driveway
By the time it caught me I was half way down the highway
I
niggas be the best of friends
And fall out over pussy and wanna dead they man
One of my niggas in the grave the other one in the pen
She fucking my enemies
"In this country a man's home is his castle"
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run 'cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
snatch your cream
Soldier, cross-over, knock on my door
Wit' Jahovah, huh, know the population's over
I'm causing early retirements
'cause you blast
"In this country a man's home is his castle."
I've been jacked by the racist scum, and here I come
Klan, run - cause revenge is fun! And I'm that
I'm getting my hopes up
When I'm not even sure what will happen
Should I stay or just go out
I'm always pushed to your side
Wasting all of my time
free)
I'll draw your portrait if you pull these nails out of my feet (nails out of my feet)
My cross turns upside down and finally I'm loose
I flipped
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