Lyrics:
out quickly
Did you forget the God we serve is not weak
He split the sea!
So let Your servant get at'em
Those weapons don't matter
This is the LORD's
It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier niggas
An it's amazin how the heat bring out the ho in niggas
When pistols blazin'
Listen, uh
Little boys
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
A song called Highway Star, this one.
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break
we
Die We ain't ever sad we don't Pout or sigh
Cause that's how it goes in our Everyday lives
Get the fuck up out my swamp Boy You don't want no smoke
on
Ain’t from a gang but i bang with my bros
Call me a crook but i live by a code
If i do dirt do that shit on my own
And if i get caught gotta walk it
niggas know I'm the king
This green I smoke we call it dro'
It's deadliest from Memphis Tenn
You see my folk we ain't no joke
Don't turn this into
races
Cause we are all self centred
We don't give a fuck about each other
But it is always censored
I hate to be dependent
Even though I live
Gassed up way too tough
Out here trying to win the race
Ride around lil' too reckless
They gon' put a name to a face
Man this shit ain't safe
Where
Me and my dogs we in the henhouse My life be so rich, I think its a penthouse
I'm high as fuck, I live in a pen-house
We be dem death boys, Welcome
AIDS
(You don't say)
I do believe me when I tell you
It's so true and this could be you
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones
strengthening
If it ain't done by me
Then it's done by Zee
Cause that's my brethren
I'd ride for him and he'd ride for me
That's no cap or questioning
Luke 14
Downshift that bitch wrist twist then I lit it up
This bitch to fast they ain’t comin
So many horses that I’m yellin out Gitty up
Then we ride through
like a bad year
Even though I touched more paper than a cashier
Small sucker, I ain't never really around squares
They say it levels to this shit, you
on this Mason dick
Rappers blew up and get to shouting out designers
I like to thank my notebook, it got me out of the binders
Blacks never had each
like it or not
I'm bout'a write 'til my mother fuckin' mind has dropped
I ain't quittin' now 'cause this is really all that I got to keep it major
this ain't for you it's for the thugs, honey
Ayo, my shit's the truth, hunnid fifty proof no question
Parental discretion advised, keep out the eyes
put ya life on it
We can wet this bitch up got the stick with the light on it
Found me some money and bitch I got right on it
I ain't whip my dick out
Lord on this world, your blessing
It's some real things that got me stressing
Like why we wanna see each other fall
And why we moving back
When we
to
Do it all just to know where it gets you
Living dreams we can never afford
Now we sitting in the back saying
This the shit that I live for
This
? two arms?
Have another and another
Our God says:
"there ain't no other!"
Our God says
"it's all okay!"
Our God says
"this is the way!"
It says in
just stick with the boy
Cash in and cash out (cash in and cash out)
I am not lookin' for clout (nah)
I knew I would figure it out (I knew)
I took
skill
Man them cracker prolly salty 'cuz he blacker then pepper
Got me livid, 'cuz this system, it ain't actually better
Tried to throw the book
with open arms
So you tried another love
And it didn’t work out
And in the back of your mind
All you had was doubt
Should have told you
Love ain’t that
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