Lyrics:
love our home in America
From the Gulf of Mexico, north to Canada
Across the Great Divide, brothers side by side
For God and country
Battles are
way I can see her from down below
As she flies by
Up in heaven's sky
With her big angel wings, she'll be looking down, as I fry
In the pit of hell
'Til
(Yung Lan on the track!)
How you doing ladies and gentlemen?
I go by the name of Blac Yougsta
I rep them three letters C-M-G
And I name this
tryna talk, I'm tryna fuck
If the pussy gets wetter
Chicks, I never sweat her
I'm gettin all the cheddar
Bitch, read the letter
I pattened the plan
The love letters that lead to bliss,
Embracing, youthful, love's first kiss,
Stops after school, the parents fooled,
Thinking they'll be home so
Saw you awake force the light of days
Gone by force this away
Learned a lot from day glow eyes
Feel this away torch the sun
If it can't keep
to S, loose, tap it, squeeze it better
I was locked up, from her, I didn't see a letter
I know I rap, but if I get a job, I'm on whatever
She can get
as the older one's
Now I look out my window
Petrified by everything I've done
So when I look at you baby
Tell me you know just where I'm comin' from
the answers
Straight from the start
Y'all the baby's torn apart
Chorus:
No more goodbyes or lessons in the rain
Tattered clothes and darkened eyes
Saddened by
In a box, by the door
I keep a letter you sent before
It says keep, your head up high
I'll think about you while you drive
And when you get up
a letter
"I'll be a millionaire by twenty-five"
I don't know which one of us dreams bigger
I have his heart and drive
And he always told me and my
block tavern
By the Salvation Army
And the plumbers supply
The old downtown mission
Has John 3:16 painted
In all capital letters
Above cans full
the end, walking home and dodging cars
The rest of the believers follow brighter burning stars
A pushpin through my sternum
I spent a long year under
Go, go, go, go!
Go!
Shift your mouths from home
A million from reality don't know
If the last of my role
Is unraveling in front of me
be six hours from home. And I'm letting go for good I hope. I'm letting go for good I hope. Because I don't love you anymore, and I'm not feeling
my nigga
Out from west chase
He just hit me up
Said the feds did a home raid
I aint doin no Molly
No champagne
Boy I be booted I be in my own lane
'damn, when I'm big enough to rock it
I'ma rock it till wheels fall of it', yup
High school finished, every night, we were getting blazed
One by one
sympathy for I have no more room left to stand.
Well I sat in the driveway for hours
For months, and for days, and for years with no end
Well I sat by
sympathy for I have no more room left to stand.
Well I sat in the driveway for hours
For months, and for days, and for years with no end
Well I sat by
a letter send a message to my friends in heaven
Bitch it’s young Montana Cuban blood is in my family
Havana is the motherland my rubber bands are from Miami
I run away from all of that
But I find
Pain in the things I was comfortable in
Strain where I needed no effort
I'm tryna get better at finding my
to the storm did succumb
While the crow hid his fear in the rum
And the mast
It broke and threw out the bloke and
Well now he's surely my chum
Love letters from
R:
Hellcat
Whip fast Like a cheetah
Strip takeoff
When u in my 2 seater -
Hoe I can’t take u home
Derek getter
Give her wood
She Like Damn -
"Why?"
Probably 'cause they do not like all my views
Mainstream conservatives don't support me
I go by God's rules can't control me
Everyone is scared
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