Lyrics:
make me feel the same
It told me you're the only one
It told me no cares at all
Death to my superego
(Death, Death, Death, Death)
And 20 million people
Starting now we on the way up
We might catch you on the way down
Shorty buss it like a greyhound
Moving in and outta state now
Superman, I need
Can I please just count money in peace?
You always fucking with me
Asking about where I be
You think I'm such a sleaze
My bitch think I'm a thot hope
Oh it's real
Surrender for Jehovah is real
How long will you sleep
Troubled by the thoughts that YOU keep
The idols YOU heap
Causing
keep it cool with me
I played it by the rules and the regulations
I use to switch cars with the Mexican at the gas station
Mine had money in it, his
Gotta keep my head up
Lord knows what I'd do to them
Gangstas move in silence
Trust me nigga you don't move with them
I can't be no follower I don't
to Will, so you can see I'm for real
Take me to Ross, I'll come out dripping like Voss
Take me to Will, to get an outfit that kill
Take me take me take me
either you get crossed or get crucified
It's either you a boss or you bullied by
It's guilty by the judge or the Jury I
I'm just fighting all they Saiyan
paint with Bob Ross
He's a guy who likes his toss
And he's really likes his moss
And he's Bob Ross
Everybody tip your toes
Talk to me, what you know
[Chorus]
If you're a zombie
If you're a zombie, monster, ghoul, or fiend [x7]
Lynch, E-40
It's that season of the sickness your witnessing
to stand up and just
Fight for what you believe in
I don't call it violence
I just call it self-defense
Call it black intelligence brought
To by the people
and they hear it
Whatever I got it was earned
Whatever you got it was granted
I did this shit by myself, I used to feel like an elf
And now I’m on another
my check
Louis and Gucci in all of my fits
Me and rob grinding we making these hits
Look at the diamonds you know they legit
Pass it to rob with this
you wanna change, but you can't control the gossip
Crazy crazy talk putting that tea on the market
Sell it to me hot, ima keep it confidential
And store
have to take you downtown for some questionin'
Damn, a blessin in disguise if you ask me
I was just about to hit the highway with my last key
Could it be
their eyes
Dick between my thighs
Always got em’ hypnotized
You could match up every inch
Even be on that Ross Lynch
But when you open ya mouth
All I
tie shit
Let me show you a few things, a few things
A few things little baby, cause
I be on my Stupid White shit, White shit
(check it)
I be on my
I want a girl with a bad attitude
And when Award Tour dropped I copped my first CD
By then this music took on a new meaning to me
I heard a way
pissed off
Im wetting you up
You nighas Get pissed on
My nigha like jigsaw
They calling me racist
I hang with a lynch mob
Whole lotta gang shit
I
on the dot and I'm at yo spot(now what?)
In the Cut with the killa green and it really ain't all that bad if you supply me some splene.
Know what I mean_i
And dat's on da Blocc nigga. However you wanna handle dat shit nigga.
[Brotha Lynch]
Look up in da sky! It's a muthafuckin slug!/
Some nigga done let one off
sufficient
I done got it now I walk with the bag on me
Money talk, this the swag on me
Run it up, take a lap on em'
Why you hatin'? You so mad, homie
Beast
smoke your last pound
[Chorus 2Xs]
(If you smell any smoke it's just me and my homies gettin' blown)
And I was late gettin' home, intoxicated
Fight
(twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin' food!)
Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the rest
Dade County, you name it (what up!)
You roll it, I like it (Ross!)
She
.png/203px-Ross_Lynch_2_(cropped).png "Ross Lynch")
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