McQueen Fiend [Remix]

The Lex Factor Uh, got it out the mud They caught my hands red but that's because they covered in the blood Of my enemies, they suckin' up my energy enough Yeah, this gun light, but it's gonna heavily erupt I'm a God's child but my bank like a Rothschild They see the balance, probably wonder why I'm hostile They hear the verse and can't believe that it's a freestyle I freed myself from sellin' powdered grams and weed piles I don't cease fire, I shoot until they retire Raise the bar again and make 'em reach higher I son a rapper every time I let a beat expire I'm beatin' down the door for everything that we desire I'm in the house and doin' kush-ups You wanna see a star, well then come and look at me, you don't look up I'm plugged in, it's effortless for me to get the hook up And just as effortless for me and Yelawolf to cook up I'm a McQueen fiend, I never turn on the team I turned the TV off to turn on my own dreams I turn the book of faith, I'm burnin' it at the seams And I look nice but everything ain't what it seems I'm a McQueen fiend, I'm lit, I'm off lean I'm gon' get so rich, I tip my offspring I went from down bad and fits with tall t's To whips that's so fast, I can't control speed You can't control me I'm movin' through the city at my own speed Man, I heard that y'all was hatin' on the new ride You just mad I ain't the old me Old me, ooweee Yeah, fuckin' with the old me Old me was a killer now I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi Took off on that chopper with your girl in open toes Had her screamin' in the orange grove, yellin' at the OG Oh, gee, too much product on the table Had to delegate the weight, left a couple out disabled Couldn't keep up with the hustle shouldn't run out with the players On the court with all them ballers with the hand to rock the cradle Sleep, sleepin' on me, keep 'em quiet, never wake 'em When this heavy wind is blowin', they retire, I replace 'em The fallen leaves up under me, they pile up when I rake 'em I burn 'em like a chief, c'est la vie, I do not save 'em Put in work, especially for those who in the earth When I pass the torch I want my light to be deserved Therefore when I offer up my time, don't go blind Wear your aviators for the radiation of my purge I'm a star, the God's sun with the God's son In that box, son, not a Datson, get it right I'm a star, the odd one with the rock one And my clock spun backwards in time, Jim Morrison A star, chrome on the dirty car And I wouldn't give a hater porridge in a dirty jar But I give a prayer to Allah And if Jesus wanna save you, he can do it when I'm off Kanye got 'em busy and I'm sweepin' up the halls On the clock with every angel that's available to brawl Do your job, the gate is opened up, who got a sword? You got an automatic and I've got a mic cord Do your job, Slumerican, you fuckin' with the mob Drop a million in the bank before the private plane take off I wouldn't say it if it wasn't real, that ain't the cause That's cause and effect, success, no applause That's Forbes magazine, creekwater, no pause Just red light runnin', Elohim, green gods, I'm an alien