Lyrics:
on millions on millions, I been goin' brazy since came out the dungeon (yee)
I put the stick in his head and it came out the guts and it came out the stomach
to go
To get on out of my memory and further down the road
You're still rollin' rollin' around here in my head
By now I should be movin' on
You keep goin
I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor
Jump in the whip,
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker we don't beg
of man
In the sticks of Arizona
This my land where I stand
We goin' way up
We goin' way up
Coming straight at it from the bottom, they can't fade us
It's
goin let off loose
On a by stander man ya aint had no proof
How we heal from this pain we goin tell our truth
We goin tell our story, we goin live our
and pieces of math your quotes mean nothin
To my knowledge the father never taught frontin
Just some mystery gods tryin to come aboard
But you're dissed by
can't live again
Bitch I'm out my top, trying to make another dead guy
Glock equipped with a beam, shit ain't no runnin' from this red dot
Did all that
York
And live a high life like a nigga signed with Highbridge
I flash out and take his head from off his body
I never once showed you that side, but
gotta get it on
I'm here with Tigger, my nigga
Know that we tryna get bigger
Shout out JCole, my dog
You know what's goin' on that BET
You know you see
since then I changed my life
Never backin out by clickin' X,
I'ma get my money up and then I multiply
Get it up and save it up with my guys
We gonna live
Like Scotty beamed me
Fuck y'all I'm leaving uh
This Earth don't deserve me surrounded by zombies they live with no meaning
Outro
So in
Defending my love, I am not the aggressor
Yeah
Sometimes I keep blicky's on the dresser
Protected all times, I'm a live out forever
Keep evolving, like I'm
zombies out
Bro, meet me in the A, let's have a Zombie File
Fuck bein' humble, throwin' money in my pictures (Yeah)
Pull up to the strip club, that's just
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker we don't beg
tryna deal with mental health
Know I can't do it by myself
Pray for you and what you goin' through
Sometimes it's life and death
Stay strong through all
Boo bitch, Spooky Girl's here
Spooky Boy's out, I'm takin' over this year
Now it is the season I am goin' trick-or-treating
Black cat by my side
Well, I think I'm goin' out of my head
Yes, I think I'm goin' out of my head over you, over you
I want you, want you to want me, I need you so
to a nightmare
Martin Luther the King
Without a queen, nah mean?
By any means, yaddadimean?
In the coupe, my Miss Coretta Scott thing
And I swear I had a dream, I
deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware
a retired businessman named Red, cast down from heaven and he's out of his head
He feeds off of everyone that he can touch
He said he only deals in cash
a retired businessman named Red, cast down from heaven and he's out of his head
He feeds off of everyone that he can touch
He said he only deals in cash
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