Lyrics:
hearing ya traveling all over the state head on the swivel watching for narcs taking my loads on dates we going here and we going there eating till nun
candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Said
My candle burn slow
Up in this dim room
(UH)
Order is confusion
Confucius when I rhyme
The culture I am
stagnate
This ain't a rat race, though our state's in a bad shape
Fake role models spread hate at a fast pace
Let's turn the page and create a new chapter
the yard, that's culture
Twenty-three hour lockdown, then somebody called
Said your lil' nephew was shot down, the culture's involved
I done seen niggas do
it is, East West all day
I go by the name of- ahh don't worry 'bout that
(All around the world) Come take a trip, ma
(All around the world) Come
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
You could die young out here
Mess around and die before twenty one out here
Mamas stressing, seen them ratchets
In the dresser, she not asking
a bae and go escape
Let's run it up, travel state to state
By twenty-three, I'll relocate
See all my guys steady winning everyday,
My life's great
I cut
at school
And there is the god that's hidden
By what surrounds us in this civilization
That's the god I met
My mind is in a state
'Cause all I seem to do is
(Yeah)
I be steady working to the morning (Ooh)
Moving state to state yeah I been touring (Yeah)
Codeine in my cup be what I'm pouring
So play this shit
Another plane, another flight
Just a day in the life
Doing business in a 20 by 20
Three hundred and fifty
Days of going state to state
City to city
I know
flood them all with 20 p's
Bitch, you get too comfortable, gotta get you off the lease
If you check your porch, it might be something there from me
She
stock went up though (ha)
He said now he want twenty thousand to get him gone (hahaha)
I said, "Last week, you shot a nigga over an emoji" (he did)
for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me
Standing on my square, firm (line 'em up)
Grafted germ trying to shake my foundation (shakers)
Nation of Gods & Earths, birthed by the Fther
If He didn't
Earthquake
Ground shake
Split state
Yeah
United States of let's desecrate
I see the popo jumping saying let's celebrate
I don't wanna see a nigga
20K
And make it double back by the next day
Nah this ain't Jigga
Nah this ain't 50
Nah this ain't Diddy
Man this shit pretty
I need Nike Tech Fleeces,
slip I aim, I’m living in these ways
I bounce from state to state, true playa
I don’t fuck and I don’t fuck with all that fuck shit
We in the club, we
other than da "are" and without further a due like Freddy get ready it's .....
Whatever happen Lord, don't pass me by
'Cause whenever I did wrong it
four and sixty four makes a hundred and twenty eight
A hundred and twenty eight divided by three
Let me pause for reflection for a second
But
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
through the Dirty 3rd
They love sippin' syrup and doin' the dirty bird
Park my 20's on the curb when I fall through Justice
Freaky tales of movin' yayo,
(we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me 5
20 minutes in they dump
[Chorus]
I took my bitch to lennox mall I call it tricking off
50 bricks just crossed the state, I call it getting across
Gucci, rick ross
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