Lyrics:
I'm good at cussin' but I never learned nuthin'
Down at the barn door. Oh
This is my battle cry
A wolf howling at midnight
Every high school senior
yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol 'cause it stay by me
(Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin' to see
(Uh-huh)
I'm good at cussin' but I never learned nuthin'
Down at the barn door. Oh
This is my battle cry
A wolf howling at midnight
Every high school senior
Putting on, long hours on a paper chase
want that cake too boy
Love the taste of it
Its all or nuthin till we finally make it
The team they aint
every line
As I'm
Flyer then the rest of them
That means I'm higher then them too
They say my flow is nuts
So what
I'm from the land of screw
We did it by
marks the passing years
All is blinded by my tears
There ain't no sunshine in the days
Ain't no more sunshine in the days
There's no moon and stars
marks the passing years
All is blinded by my tears
There ain't no sunshine in the days
Ain't no more sunshine in the days
There's no moon and stars
the hood they ain’t reading they be schemin
Nuthin to believe in
In the trenches with the demons (grrr)
Park the jet on the street (hoo)
Trucks by
be schemin
Nuthin to believe in
In the trenches with the demons (grrr)
Park the jet on the street (hoo)
Trucks by the fleet
Up in the mourinnnnning
I
be schemin
Nuthin to believe in
In the trenches with the demons (grrr)
Park the jet on the street (hoo)
Trucks by the fleet
Up in the mourinnnnning
I
bottles of cham-p-aign
In love with the same stripper that sprung T-Pain
And all this Louis Vuitton shit ain't cheap mayn
Dog I can't keep sayin' G.O.O.D
are planned
Scams are plotted over grams and rocks
Outlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was
don't stop rappin
TSI got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
8BWe some presidential players, with money by the layers
8BAin't nuthin you broke
I had some beef in May, but they was dead by June
Old rappers ain't nuthin' but old rappers
They be like "Waddup Ruger, I don't even know these
stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake
stay gangsta'd up
We makein papa only suckas claim to touch
By stickin to the script and neva changin up
You know we keep it bangin don't fake
alone, I wish that you would hurry home
So baby trust me It's going on , better hurry home to me
Gotta surprise for you... there's nuthin that I won't
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
Forgi I don't know rim and the tires
Squeaking where niggas will never get by
Flipping the script on these hoes
Shine up the grill in these glows
A Ford radiator an' a Chevrolet coop
I handed it in
For National Defence
Settin' in a boat with a bucket of beer
Hadn't caught nuthin' but didn't
ya enter
Betcha, if it's me that's comin' to getcha
It's gonna be a back down an'let's betcha
For real, y'all niggas don't know pain
'cause y'all
We just ride and get high, 'til the sun cracks the sky
Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters get by
Cause it's an eye for an eye, when I
and still going live
I got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside
I wake up and gotta pick which car I'ma drive
The Doubble R 760, or the 645, I'm
loot
I won't stop rappin', I don't stop rappin'
I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin'
We some presidential players, with money by
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