Lyrics:
keep white widow in my white owl
It's a white boy wasted lifestyle
I got that white gold with these white diamonds
And a mason jar that full of white
You don't wanna see a tear drop from my eye
So you better just move homie and walk on by
Cuz I ain't got time, its hard staying alive
All you
like this on purpose
But if I keep this up we gonna need some hearses
Shotty hitting like a 12 gauge
Living life like I'm self made
I been getting high
And I tried to keep it real never once lied
They say I changed that I’m not the same guy
Cause they use to the lies never heard of the truth
Now they mad
a 12 gauge blast to the body
And it even knock you back if you stop me
Got rock try to copy you cant be me
Joe$ya mane the one and only you gon see me
ting
Half a brick, it made the papers
Put it in the press, made a clone
Young and rich, blame the stove
Old school 12, it folds, snap it
Put two in
It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S.
Takin shit
[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
hungry for change
Spark the road up, with the edge of my 12 gauge
Blind obsession with yourself it's true
The best thing about me, is I'm not you
I'm
a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll
a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ's say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get
paroled
Preparin’ for a long drive
As the story begins to unfold
Drivin’ west in Kansas
In a Chevy painted black
Perry and Dick in the front seat
12-gauge
Finish making the beat, then I write the rap
Then I record, mix, master and hype the track
But on a real I hesitate to hype it, say I like it, I'm
Bruh if you beef online you don’t beef real
And shout out all the ahks gotta keep trill
Can’t hold still round an opp homie be still
Its fuck 12 till my
me. Don't believe the hype
I walk with the Lord. His word is a sword. You don't want to fight
You don't want beef. I can promise that. Romans 12, 19.
too popped if yo ass 2 Pac
Cargos with the 12 gauge shotty in it
Plus I still got a crib on Brazil
I ain't never holly that but I
Got a Maserati in it
it back to their headquarters safely
A 49 year old unidentified man went berserk last night
Opening fire with a 12 gauge shotgun
Leave me alone terror
Whats all the hype
Whats all the hype
Whats all the hype
Ha
Back on my bullshit
Whats all the hype
Whats all the hype
You know it aint right
You
ashes
No games, throw your remains in the casket
Took a trip to Cali, now I got it by the masses
Smooth criminal, moonwalking Calabasas
Shawty keep
for the low, but boyz snitch low my hitz better come get before it goes
Gauge pumps make punks keep it real they can't front
Can't act like you got
a nigga just can't fuck me,
Nigga better have me cash,
Or I kill his whole family when the twelve gauge pump blast,
Now test me,
Never ever let a nigga
I hang with the bloods that bang red
Still run the streets with the stainless
Keep the heat for the brainless
Push diesel AK's makes it dangerous
Nap
a body
I be too damn high to even give a fuk
Do it by ma solo so a Cody won't give me up
Must've broke the cup the way the glass got cut
I know a girl
to bed they don't need to watch
Cards on the table and an elephant too
Wal-Mart 12 gauge, AR discontinued
Feed full of memes, nothing new on the news
In
I need Christ
That's the only thing I know
I really can't breath right
I'm strangled by animosity from by own people
Lately it's hard to be nice
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