Lyrics:
, what's life without risk
Got my heart on my sleeve, got a sleeve full of tricks
I'm moving too fast like a Jordan Hicks pitch, can't catch in your mitt
Got
not hand it down
Elders in the church read the word then they got found
The Lord is why I will spread this word around the whole town
Every knee will
It's politics, it's all a fix, set up by these white blue-collared hicks
Just to make a dollar off of black music with a subliminal ball of tricks
But
this little shop of horrors
So I got to get with the business of hit quick
Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick so I stick slick
Hold it right here,
so I stick Slick
Hold it right here, hands in the air, I know you got the loot
Or better yet, face down on the ground, empty your pockets troop
Drippin hella hard im a misfit
30 on that thang thats a hit stick
Elder always told me keep it stitch lip
Pimpin Azz Melly gettin benefits ay
Hakuna
Squirrels and birds singin' country songs
Lovin' God heals the pain
Baptized by Mountain Rain
Holy moly save my souly
Bluegrass hick-hop country rock
i hit a boof
God sent me will and imma use it too
Jimmy choos
Like i want gimme shoes
So i can blow achoo
And blow me through the roof
Got pity blues
Mother Goose
By night's end
Mercury is so hyped
He'd spread the word
That there's a god on the mic
Captivating all the other gods
By the masses
Described
over them prices
H-to-the-K, equipped with the silence
Leave you leakin' outta yo sinuses
Dead presidents got niggas evil
Til' it kill you with
Alcolu to out by the hills
I got thing for that big body yeah
Got a thing for the-ayeah yeah yeah yeah
Slang so thick I like it slick, bruh
Curve so,
got to keep in touch
I'm screaming all lives matter
No more trump
By the elders I was taught
To make a way
From DP dad side from LA
I been really doing
I lead the team I'm Jimmy Butler
That money callin', I say 'wassup?'
I came in here to fuck the bucks up
I ain't got shit to do, it's Friday, Chris
Jimmie Reed's dad up and died.
Mom & son survived.
So what the hell - They set sail
For the new world.
Twenty years in Illinois.
Now Jimmy got
cause she still God's baby
She the Church
Before you dis her get to know her
Jesus got a thing fo her and died just to show her
She the Church
She
Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick so I stick Slick
Hold it right here, hands in the air, I know you got the loot
Or better yet, face down on the ground,
Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick so I stick Slick
Hold it right here, hands in the air, I know you got the loot
Or better yet, face down on the ground,
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
you stuck up, propped, and shot
Don't worry, he got hit by a flurry and this punk ass dropped
But I'm the one who has been labaled as an outcast
They
The angels got together in
The Great Throne Room
Thought they'd pass some time
By pickin' a tune
Michael on guitar, Raphael on mandolin
And Gabe, he
the bottom and we didn't got
Nothing
A mama said son, we only got God
Family love and we got us
Don't trust nobody, you got love
Mama, we made it
It was just
Won't crash
The raq on my back
Jimmy on my mind
Been skating on beats
Not sliding
Couldn't write this
Without cryin
Pain all in eyes
You can't tell me
It
Why it takes a faster, faster, faster mind to figure out how
She's got a bent belt by her side
She's got that donkey paralyzed
She's got a cold
Well, like to explain to you all before,
I ain't no drinkin' man
I tried it once and it got me highly irregular
And I swore I'd never do it again
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