Lyrics:
Sittin’ on some heat that could
Probably melt a glacier
Fire man could’ve walked a
Mile in these blazers they know my element
Been wondering where the hell
shit that I got from Zone 3
Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah, we call it Tennessee
I'm good in every hood everybody know me
So don't wake me up, I swear
Walls are high in their kingdom of blinds
And their souls and their mind relentlessly grind
Corridors collide in the swarm of demise
Architecture
his foot on the clutch and put
It in 1 when you see man run back
Blood on my shank, man keep it and clean it
Shot that shit if I'm paro'
All of my
hear a thing
It go in one ear and out the other like a bullet out the muzzle of a pistol shot
By brothers standin' point-blank range
Niggas bang in
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
resume back to the game
Dog
This ain't like back in the days
You get clapped
If you actin' on stage
My dog do got the Glock in his glove
Sniffin for blood
We young thousand, but really future millionaires
Got fire in my eyes so it ain't fair
Got hustle ambition, yeah I talk that talk
Bleed blood with my
and anyone or anything sent to frustrate
Hinder the delay of my progression
I plead the blood of Jesus and the blood is against you NOW!
I will excel in
what they say know they wait on my demise
Leo let 'em know I was born for this life
Been stuck up in the dark I'mma break out to the light
Through
and fire sticks: that's Amazon
The Hustla a man that grind
If you Snow White I got it in
But you gotta spend or shorten ya short life
If you bought white,
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
da mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
Get how we live, yo, we tryin' to get by
We throw it all in the air, baby, dats no lie
Blood raw, errbody love it
people ain't no room to breathe
Surrounded by murderous felons, drinks and bags of weed
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I
I'm automatic trample in
power, I made you buck-wild
Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me, it's
power, I made you buck-wild
Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me, it's
deal in money with 6 or 7 commas
66 plus a 6, man, I'm hotter than a sauna
The Devil got the fire? F*** it, I'll kill him with lava
God ghostwriting my
2024
I wanna really fucking rap man (Wilt Chamberlain all hunnits)
It's like 4:31
Yeah
4 3 1 In the AM, I took a trip I just took a vacation
Facing
technology has improved, killing has too
Fathom life by the leaves, now there's rot in the roots
As far as I can see
Not only have we forgotten our people
We
trapped your dark arm dragon
Man Eater is in the name, but I strike like Hyperfang
Fuck my new Christian bitch
And now she screaming "oh God dang"
Fire type
and determined, that's the way that I stand
When I bolster all of these my rhymes with the brawn in the hand
Still driven by all my dreams in my blood like venom
So
trembling hands concealed
yet by fearless ones revealed
There the blood of Abel impregnates the soil
in which hungry darkness dwells and serpents coil
so
is the animosity money brings
Real niggas out of style we may be one in three
Back against the wall outnumbered by fuckboys
One bullet, one target, one
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