Lyrics:
of righteous souls live like peasants
The mind stunts growth in adolescence
My insight enables me to enlight
The weakest of minds, and I put em in flight
Her without prosthetic versions i have
Had plenty of time to search my memory
Though, because here on this couch
In this room, during this interview,
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
to the end
Patriots of dark continent
I give all of my confidence
Redemption
(2) Weh dem gone
weh dem deh
Tribute to the martyrs
Which part dem gone
A weh
of a dothead and a wetback
Born and raised in Texas, but feeling like an ex-pat
I might make your white dad's neck snap
Cuz mama won't expect that (Yeah)
dropped to the floor
'Cause (hip hop is in a state of 9-1-1)
Took a step off my holster 'cause shit it's gettin' serious
All theses drugs you be
have to be on
Four Seasons with the heaters
He pull in the valet, he playin' Jackson 5 Maria
Pourin' good burgundy, drinkin' wine by the liter
now we up in the sky
Spent over a rack on my hoodie
All these bitches be asking for Woody
Live in the trap
Backwood wrap
Smokin on luxury, fuckin your
to none out in Texas on the run
All my ex's is some bums
I know geeks toting glocks and buns
I'm unstoppable feeling like the hulk incredible
It's
decomposing in lost garages
These crosshairs is how I cross my targets (blatt)
Live off the harvest with my band of brothers like we was all DeBarges
Duffel,
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Brillzing her izzin
Izzo kizzay?
Izzall rizzight
Izzo kizzy?
Izzall rizzight
Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee
When I pull up in my
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
Brillzing her izzin
Izzo kizzay?
Izzall rizzight
Izzo kizzy?
Izzall rizzight
Nizzow wizzee wilzzo-izzo-zee
When I pull up in my
The outsiders influence
But all my outsiders to your Soc, said to stay golden
Letting this get to me, personal sin
Promised this feeling is not coming in
Can not
of your ex's (yeah)
What's my sign, girl, what's your preference? (yeah, ayy)
Don't nobody want sloppy seconds (yeah, ayy)
She wanna call but please just
you didn't understand
Now you see me dash Berry Alan Flash
See me do my dance yeah my money dance
Now I'm getting racks there no going back
Leave it all
First verse, uh I'm on 'til I'm on a island
My life's ridin' on the Autobahn on autopilot
Before I touch dirt, I'll kill you all with kindness
I
reckless, uh
My fault, that's just how they do it down in Texas
To the people I gave love to who turned around told me fuck you
If you don't heal what
live
Always so lonely
Got weed by my side
I miss all my homies
I'll see when I die
Where my ex's and o's
Where my ex's and o's
In a world so cold
Where
meinem Grab wie Michael Jackson in "Thriller"
Ihr zittert - Ich pack' die Pumpgun aus dem Wandschrank
Doch langsam, wir scrollen jetzt zurück an den
in my Chevrolet
So I close my eyes and wonder to myself
Are Texas skies, big and wide
In Seattle does it rain all the time
Is it cold, in the San
this all a nigga want
The omega of the Taurus so you know this way I'm stuck, dummy
You know that's why I'm stuck in the mud, in a rut
I'm sick to my
The other lads at my side on the same vibe.
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You live in every twist and turn at Shels,
Alan Byrne head the ball
And all the glory and hell,
And when it comes to beef boy we some Burger Kings
Catch you with the small .22 that I had in my bouge
Had that upper hand had pulled first but you was
mine like, "How do we shine?"
With the pedal to the floor, never saw what's behind
Certified live, sittin' in park, you feel my drive
My nine to five
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