Lyrics:
'bout readys, bring your readys out
Baow, hit his headie now (boy, boy)
BBC News, he's on tele now
If it jams up, cock it back and it's ready now
Shut
Now we're moving up from a four piece Making more Gs on our live fees
Used to be down with the Gorby's
Micro
Trackies, original Geordies
Brrra
But
The only thing constant is change
Still out in this motherfucker
Seem like a nigga ain't never gonna
Get the fuck up outta here
Niggas just don't
of dumbin' out in fears
Of they own shadow
In a game that swell 'em up
To dead 'em like cattle
Take your rattle and skadaddle
Before you get a whippin' with
The insignificant blaze you've conquered
Chest out, chin up, sixth marine
So damn confident, so experienced
I can't handle it, kill my fear
But who are you to decide
motherfucker
Lookin for revenge
Niggas too deaf to hear the sirens
We dressed in gear for rioting
Come test me, I'm firing
Leave your mug cracked you're tough
Look at Kyrie Irving and Nicki Minaj (let's go)
Look at Australia, that's what's comin' next if we don't stand up
Stop complyin' with them takin' our
Droppin' some funky lyrics for all of the peeps here
To mark the return of the 'R' into the atmosphere
Now peep the flow as we bring up the pace a little bit
of the gear
Got nicked, went jail, but I'll be out in a year
When I came out of jail, all my friends had beef
So I guess I'm involved, that's the rule
My brother and me
Used to climb this tree
We were gonna build a little clubhouse
'Bout ten feet off the ground
We drew the whole thing up
like my mohawk
Peep my warrior walk with grand pappy's tomahawk
Patched up native tuxedo, the red Craig Sager, rest in power
On my Gambino, childish
Ice picks in ya iris
It's Coney Island
We up in Cypress
On the roof, laying like snipers
Professional shit, night vision goggles with wipers
One
Big Game
Yeh another day is dawning time to make your stand
do you feel like it's over you know you can't pretend
Shift the gears and roll
then removed the tags (no)
No matter how much money, that boy got a past (ooh, yeah)
I was pullin' up on niggas on the first and last (no)
Now Glam
a cold day in hell
Before I fail
Tell them motherfuckers wish me well
I'm at the top of the top like a citadel
I blow the whole bitch up like
time, imma get mine
I'm fiendin'
And I ain't gunna let nobody hold me back
I'm through with the dope game, done with cocaine
I'm coming up like hair
afraid
Our mistakes they were bound to be made
But I promise you I'll keep you safe
You'll be an architect
So pull up your sleeves
And build a new
nothing in me but caffeine
My eyes strain to stay open
Fantasies, memories, hopes, and
Thoughts of you flow through my waking dreams
Boise?s up ahead
overdrive
Up on the hill
With a head full of dreams,
"That'll be me one day"
When the chequered flag
Would bring 'em all home,
This is what the kid would say
Little brother's in the backyard revin' up the engine
Tuning up for Saturday night
Be a dirt track mogul
Racing round the oval
Passing everything in
Lace up your sneakers, show off with your speakers
Now, raise up your glass, make sure it's twelve centilitres
Blao, salute the dj when the crowd's off
and it's really souped up
That Model-A body makes it look like a pup
Got eight cylinders'n uses them all
Got overdrive, just won't stall
Got
'cause y'all know where the parties at
So hot you might suffocate but y'all not tryin' to leave this place
Got on ya tightest gear competition's pretty
I don't have to put on makeup
I don't have to do my hair
And when I open up that Hagen Das
I don't have to share
And there's no one there
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