Lyrics:
what's a swan song yeah
Now I'm long gone
Goin' harder than Brock's
Monsters made of rock or Brock's
Martian that's venomous
Finna get the lead out like
dope and guns"
Check for warrants, that son of a bitch on the run, I know
Three of his niggas got life, he use to roll with
And told 'em I bodied
told me don't wave your towel
I stay away from my family, I feel as if I'm not ready
This weight it might be real heavy but I carry that like I'm Rock
Still can't roll that passenger window down
That D in Home Depot's still burned out
Can't stop life goin' by too fast
Friday work, Sunday church then
Uh, Top got hit in his top, done
Hе should've had a tool (Brr, bah)
CoSosa that boy was a fighter, but
He got lit likе a lighter
(Like a lighter, damn
purgin', we hop out Suburbans
Like Kyrie Irving by the way I'ma spin back
I feel like a waiter, these bullets I'm servin'
I pull that bitch out then I
they're anything like today
Ride it out, rock 'n roll
C'mon take my pain away
Went down to the south lands where I thought that I could roam
Turns out that
by that son who was crucified
and no it ain't for doe/ Christ in my flow/
These beats preacher so synthesized ha
I'm running off that Light with my
rock n roll is American way
So join the punk and sing our song
A new generation will be born
Rock n roll will never die
It's anger and it's vile
Join
you know we 'boutta break in the sum
He ain't never been in a fight, I can tell by the way that he taking a punch
Bah! Then he lay down, I don't even
properly
Now this shits affecting me? Whatever its reality
Damn that shits sad to see a child in a fallacy
Searchin for acceptance when none was ever found
KrispyLife (Damn, Glo, you killed this one)
Like that
I'm out there in that
Water like a coast guard
The smoke I'm giving these niggas free
No
games kill' mo' niggas than cancer
You know who you fuck with
Brooklyn don't run, we run shit
Roll up and just bumrush shit
We don't play that, out in
encompassed by the darkness in reality of stories
It's so gory, but I'm still spelling
Spit in a ill dwelling, fill it, got a hell of a yell
I write raps that
Un, Not tryna watch the cage
Just tryna rock the stage
I hit that… with that… we are not the same
I feel like Prince in this bitch you can't stop
and a t-shirt, god fearing down to earth,
Cowgirl
I'm into old rock n roll
Life on a dirt road
Staying young, and picking this guitar
I'm rough around
With the boom the bat the bam well damn I rip shit
Of the shoreline rappin the land
It's the radical man sailin on a catamaran (Yeah!)
By the seaside
hurts worse is the new fuckin ring I just copped
Then the girl of my dreams put that ring in a box
So I cut her fingers off forced her to rock the rock
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
that shit smack
But instead I'm surrounded by youngins that ain't got no sense
Steady be throwing up sets
And females that rock RBF's but on the low they
Fuck was that
Fuck was that
I'll knock your shit out right here
Back chilling in front of the church with my hitter
No care my heavy pocket'll make
and get outlined in chalk by the devil
I rep the borough that mothered this rap shit
I used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit
I
NO NO NO
Running this scene?
You a damn bozo
Vacant inside till' I slit my throat
Grey outside, till' I rip my clothes, Uh
Swear that you fuck with
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