Lyrics:
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
Say they name WooTang, 4-5 or Glock They both gon' ring, I don't post on Insta
No social, I come from the trenches now I live by the coastal
Say they
babies are the light of my life
I love Sissy Spacek, I love Guy Clark
All the biscuits and gravy I can eat with a fork
I don't wanna be famous, who
the little kids I'm makin' a good impression
'Cause a lot of my hits are written on the john
I hope my legendary style of rap lives on
This's a hidden
of ganja
A guy a look coke, send him go live a Colombia
Smoke the weed suh 'til mi eye dem a bleed
Me can't get the chronic, well di killer a leave
cll I do lately two things, no clown
Make DBDDBD and play showdown
Showdown Pokémon or Shodown Samurai
Much more than a hypocrit, also I'man open guy
these girls you see, they came with me
Got a lot of bad bitches drinking with me in VIP
She got a girl, and they both leaving with me
The life I live, you
the raps
I'm a nice guy
Type of dude to keep the password off the WiFi
Wave howdy-do to the neighbors as I drive by
When they tell me I'm the shit, I tell
bucks will roll
In, and, most importantly, power will be
Maintained by the groovy guy
(or gal) who gets the most media
Coverage for his sleaze naturally
of ganja
A guy a look coke, send him go live a Colombia
Smoke the weed suh 'til mi eye dem a bleed
Me can't get the chronic, well di killer a leave
more guys, sucked eight, nine men
I'm takin' two by fours, to our eight by tens
Bitch, it's you I tore, out the frame, I win
Put up a new high score,
Yeah, fuck you Toby
Fucken little dick faggot bitch
Fucken suck a turd cunt, haha
Cunts loudmouth but ain't want beef
Otherwise catch me in they
(Huh? ridge clark made this?)
I'm off the drugs, I'm so high
Soaring through the sky like a butterfly
I know I'm that guy, can't tell me otherwise
takes is all of us to love each other more
The world is set up for the little guy to fail face it
But that doesn't mean we need to be racist
That
me for no money now
Never went to school, never thought about Clark or Morris Brown (woo)
'Til I took your bitch, drop her off right there by Morris
Ladies and gentlemen
Right here on tonight's stage
We're gonna have two savage minds
Two ruthless battlers two gruesome souls
Go live, right here
In
clapping
Cole Alexander playing a guitar riff
Tyler playing and recording the tambourine
Tyler recording his verse on DEATHCAMP
Live performance
'Cause we both know it's true
Let's take it home, big guy
I wouldn't have nothing if I didn't have
I wouldn't have nothing if I didn't have
I wouldn't have
What ho sed de ting!
I'm back, nyaaah! You thought you got away with it, didn't you? But you didn't. No, not on your fourth little
box set of Run
you live by the gun
Ain't nowhere that you can run from
Tough guys
you live by the gun
Ain't nowhere that you can run from
Tough guys
one hell of a guy
Said we might live forever, we might not, but we might
So here's one for the ladies, and one for my wife
They'd laugh, they'd all
motherfucker, no lie
Hit the links I've seen, back in late '95
Had to wait for two nine, rockin' and clickin' on both sides
Of course we gon' ride, ride over
producing slaps from both sides
I'll make my home in this game we call entertainment
Drop a little EP for a down payment
Growing up I never said that I want
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