Lyrics:
From A Lemon
And A Lemon To A Lime
He Cuts The Beat In Half The Time
And As Sure Is 3 times 2 is 6
You'll Say Flash Is The King Of The Quick Mix
We're
head
I'm just a patsy like Patsy Cline
Never shot anyone from in front or behind
Got blood in my eye, got blood in my ear
I'm never gonna make it
fuck it
I rather be behind guns than in front of bullets
Bullseye all in my face by a nigga who ain't scared to pull it
So he's drinkin 40's pullin ? ? ?
was bitch?
I'll really pull up with a glock inside of my hip
He thought that'd I'd need a helping hand
I ain't no need no helping hand
I got one
Like
to shovel the snow for buck
Everyday i was testing my luck
Me and Brodie got jumped by the Truck
Had a gun to my face but ain't buss
I was only like 9 what
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
Let the rhythm hit 'em
I'm the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm, then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet-proof vest,
antlers
Cancerous cause I ain't got no time to play
When I ask you a question
Answer is the lie where you lay
Lay where you die
Never wake up die where you
you probly got it from me
(So let's toast to that)
The streets took some of my closest friends,
This ain't for y'all, this a toast to them
(So let's
around wid a kitchen knife
My Brodie told me that he's got a drop
Say nutin bro Ain't gotta ask me twice
Bare man singing Say they let it pop
I ain't seen
two piece
Nah Quan ain't with it, he on nothin'
Bro up pole, yeah you know that he dumpin'
Taz quit all the cappin', you buggin'
Smokin' your father,
views of the Rockies
While whipping down Stony, just hand me the keys!
This ain't Berlin or London but it's still something
But I know my own, my home is
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I
the squad, nigga shots fired
Thugger daughter motherfuckin' tired (My niece)
Baby bottles, ain't no babies cryin' (Drank)
Hit 'em if he cross the gun line
Oh my god, are y'all twins
Shark up out the water, I just left from by the bay
I just fucked your main hoe, got her wetter than a tank
Feel like
fuck it
I rather be behind guns than in front of bullets
Bullseye all in my face by a nigga who ain't scared to pull it
So he's drinkin 40's pullin ????
She want to fuck got her popping a E
Tryna link gotta hop in the V
Bro shoot his shot from the top of the key
Ski mask Ain't gotta be seen
Yea lil' baby
At
I told you from jump, your friends ain't Your friends
But you never caught that
I hung up the phone, put it in a verse
Just so she can rewind that
I say we got it out the dirt
We from the curb
Solid like a firm
Bruddas never learn
She wanna have my kids so then I covered her in sperm
I wake up
eyes
When I ride it's a murderous rhythm
And outside became pitch black
A demon glued to my back whispering, "Get 'em"
I got 'em, and I ain't give
She got slut by the gang so I ain't kissing her
I ain't kissing her
She a hoe what the fuck why you fixing her
I'm a young nigga
Tuh
Yeah
Bitch
I'm
to boot I grab the stick and yea I'm lacin' my Timbs
Fat Bro from the trenches
From rags to riches
Louie V on my bitches
I'm countin' my digits
Ain't doin'
you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "mama, he's just being polite
He ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull!"
So your
the old man down,
He never doubted that the rumor was real.
But there the old man stood by the store front,
With his white cane hanging from his belt.
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