Lyrics:
What's yo pint count nigga
Get yo case up nigga
Ay
Ay
In the field off a pill wit a pole
Ion sell 1s lowest I go 4
Why would I lie po up by
Money and the same bitches
Different women but the same bitches
I'm still surrounded by the same niggas
Quick to let it click, blood stain niggas
I
take the reigns
Fueled by lust and shallow greed, they find the depths of hate
Profit from the martyred, as their pockets line with stains
Steal from
I put the gang on the flames (woo!), they gon' remember the name
They robbin' boys for the chains (woo!), I got Goyard by the sack (woo!)
I got
your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back
Seems like all I could see was the struggle
Haunted by ghosts that lived in my past
Bound up in shackles of all my failures
Wondering how long is
stains all over the wall
Everyone staying they living through hell
Taking it day by day baby, Tejas Motel
Such a fool for you baby that’s a natural fact
place
Washed by water saved by grace, now I'm alive
Jesus frees the undeserving, Jesus washes every stain
Jesus' strength is never ending, You will never
Run, run, run, run
Run
Greyhound, run
Run, run, run
Greyhound, run
Run, run, run, run
Blood of The Rabbit
It stains my teeth
Blood
There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel's veins
And sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains
Lose all
much stain on this Glock, mmm
She been through pain, she ain't no thot, mmm (she been through pain)
Is it jealousy, is it not? Mmm (you tell me)
your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back
brittle veins.
Let the blood stain, let us be purified by their pain.
Let the blood stain, only the marked ones will remain.
Bring out the beast, bare
When I enter the rave it's clear
Turn big DJs from a stain to a smear
My mandem we are meant to behave
You'll know our names by the end of the year
straws
Batman or Bruce Wayne?
Personally, I'm insane
And it's fucking ingrained
Deeper than my blood stains
Race away in fast planes
Usually not in that
the bed might kill me
The stain from where your wine glass was could bring me to my knees
A book abandoned by the bed might kill me
If I, I don't have
the bed might kill me
The stain from where your wine glass was could bring me to my knees
A book abandoned by the bed might kill me
If I, I don't have
by-the-by
From this store-bought weed
This store-bought weed
Carpet stain
Hand grenade
Loose change
And gatorade
Carpet stain
And hand grenade
Oh, loose
the Gold Coast
I possess every mineral, protein, chemical, enzyme, residue
I'm pro-Black, original
Raised by the criminals, instinct is revenue
Speak
think you're something,
cnything and nothing,
But the apple falls close to the tree:
cn Orange Tree.
So, you keep playin' by the candlelight,
He break that bond one time that bond one time after that then it's fuck 'em
He hit that stain one time that stain one time after that then it's fuck
bouquet of dead roses
Held together by a noose
What a sight to see
Take a deep breath
Slit a nigga throat in the backroom
Blood stains on the floor they
bouquet of dead roses
Held together by a noose
What a sight to see
Take a deep breath
Slit a nigga throat in the backroom
Blood stains on the floor they
out the doubts
Mind numb the pain and snort a pill
Instill false stimuli
Lies I tell the mirror
Can't see clearer
Blinded by the fear or
My inability
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