Lyrics:
and shit
You can't go in Gucci
Savior of my city, death by the millions
Backxwash posted my album said I was killin
Celebratin what I deserve
I guess that
(Intro: Bizarre)
Reel Wolf, underground shit
I guess I'm up first, right?
I'mma rap first?
Alright, let me hit this blunt right quick
(Verse 1:
I’ve just been playing for keeps
Staying silent not making a peep
Thinking I’ve changed just wait for the albums release
You don’t know shit about me
Uh,
write an album under comatose
I am unconscious yet so focused
I'm ultimate high I'll ride
Till I'm hopeless i know what I started and
I don't plan
Long ago, I seen this honey walk by
I was looking at her but not in the eyes
She’s was looking at me and then by surprise
She took my hand and said
magic, eh? It's coming in.
Well, that's like...
It's like it was sung by angels.
Hey, hosehead.
Yeah, what?
Guess what?
What?
It's over!
white hope
Hey yo, Preemo, should I hit 'em with the rope of dope
Sea shells, sea shells by the sea shore
But now I'm slap, tap and a rap an' attack
[Chorus]
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...
[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like
shops
Screamin they love the album,
and then get near ten thousand when the next one drop
Haters try to deny the funk, but affected by the bong
They
Übernehmen (Apocalyptic)
Stepp' in die Kabine, baller' Silben in den Beat
Um alle Rekorde der Welt mit einer Single zu brechen
Und by the way 'nen Gruß
till ya tissues gone shook
When niggaz ran to they pistols to hit you hard
This games a fixed neck, go ahead and pick your card
Like playin' Russian
rock them old appliances
Alliances was formed in California, swarmin'
The West coast is back so it's finally dawnin' on 'em
The West coast ain't went
to rappin, I'll smash your ass
Whether you Latin, Black or Anglo-Saxon
I'll smack you wit a backhand
That crack your back like chiropractors after lookin
I been trynna teach em how to trap
But they ain’t been listening
Speaking on a game that they don’t know
Like play by play from the trap via Sal
I'm dicking you down
Help you reach your climax
Hit the switches and clown
Liquids glistening off your spine
Water trickling down
Yeah she dries off
kill my homiez niece and uncle
Just walks right by me should I straight floor em
Naw homie instead im gonna pray for em
In 7 weeks when this album
thoughts
I didn't wanna suicide as the result
So the night at my Fort Collins show before I hit the stage
I left through the back for a walk and no one
hits the ground, a man rushes up and pushes her down
She drops her keys, the man picks 'em up
Then drags her by her feet into her house like he don't
Devils[x3][Yeaaaaaaa]
We Talkin' Bout Devils[x4]
Verse 1:
Mane it's Payback
For All Da Months Dat I Layed Back
For All Da Blunts Dat Had Me Lazy
Rankin Road
North of Greens
Yea
Lets take it back to White Gate Lane
When life was so simple, man but how things change
Momma off of brain surgery
in and out
Oxygen in my blood
I'm calculated in my movements like a TI81
A machine on the keys
Workin' way after the sun
In that city by the sea
It's
some songs on this album dawg, I had to scrap
Cause it's not the way I'm feeling now, I'm finally back
To myself and I'm better than ever, i'm truly
a nigga under me
GREAT you lil niggas better run from me
And i still pour lean by the 4oz
Same nigga back used to sell OG
Nigga yeah that's on GOD
I used
on a trip
I was zoning and flatlined when
I hit the spliff so I've been stoned since a
Past life I'm high spirited
I'm so laid back my
Passport photo is
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