Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah
Shout out Bri
Zimaxsniper on me
Check out the homies
Silk shirts with a girl at the beauty pageant
Humid rain not a stain skin smooth
I had my armor on three arms
The night I rose up out my casket
Pick me up by chariot
Water at my burial
So high like a aerial
She say I look like
depart and move on
The white silk ornate dress
Like angel divine
Descent next to me
I do, it's no lie
And the small steps beside us
She's grown by our side
just watch me step alone, into the sunset
Left foot, right foot one, two mic check
Brewin' funk inside my soul kitchen
So pull up a chair here's
story
At least fifteen times
To be honest I'm pretty shocked
That I'm in this position
All my friends have been asking
How I invoked the conversation
I
to the story and you aim at my head
and I'm panicking now, this demon's too good, I am dead
then you look in my eyes and we speak with our hearts
You see
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
[?]
Check, check, check
This is Bones Owens to my right, right here
To my left DJ Klever
My name is Yelawolf
This is Trial By Fire
Uh
Back
hot pursuit
Jealously.
All through the night a figure of fright, as I hid my head
And the buried their nose in a cut of my cloths, now torn in
with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own
[Marsha Ambrosia]
To everybody who knows my story
To all of those who came before me
My time is now I'm goin' do it all over again
Ain't nothin'
just watch me step alone, into the sunset
Left foot, right foot, one, two, mic check
Brewin' funk inside my soul kitchen
So pull up a chair here's
ridin' waves not counting hours
Straight out the H where the dreams large sippin'
Ace of Spades splash in the glass we drippin'
Astroworld my playground
class)
Ship sinking fast
(Bon voyage)
See you at the bottom when I spot um
Grab him by the throat and say aaahuuumm I got 'em
What's up my brother?
What's
for it (yeah)
Talk 'bout a love story
This make you really want pray for a plug, don't you?
This a new situation, Off-White socks come by the cases
And my wordplay sauté right up with the meanest slang
I drop lingo, bingo, I hit bullseye
Got your check wetter than the hands of the pool guy
Who am I?
secrets
Our rap lineup in a silk robe
They prance around the home like princesses obsessed with kissing every toad
But ain't no prince here
In fact, I
to come
And he said, ""It's supposed to be fun turning twenty-one""
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm
B-Silk in the house!
Hello!
Hello who is this?
This is Ms. Parker
Hey how are you doing baby?
I'm doing fine baby how you feelin?
Ohh it's all jam
who ain't got no feelings
(No doubt, son, keep your eyes open)
(I got this, I got this)
(Just watch my back, I got your front, yo)
Check it out now
worry, my nigga, get part of the clip
So I got it right back (right back)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, who that? Hey, who that?
Hey, who that? Check it, what
Hey sucker nigga, whoever you are
Hey sucker nigga, whoever you
In this world of paper, where stories unfold,
From the crisp green bills to the notebooks I hold.
Lines on the paper, like the bars in my gold,
Ink
a football.
So skip to my loo, or get stomped by my crew.
Brooklyn's in the house, and ain't a damn thing new.
[Chorus]
[Big Daddy Kane]
Here comes
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