Lyrics:
live with the lies,
And normally I don’t try to bring Life back from death but my love still aint died,
You see that all the things that you told
from living life the fast
Way time racing pass me
Niggas stay on the leak cause I've been
Out here on my ass man
All night on the corner with my
Stash in
Tiller
Ex-girl bitter
Stole her heart (Fling)
Spinning my opps for dinner
No beginner I make art
They all really talking shit like I'm no bitch
Yes you
you,
All the live long day.
The Eyes of Texas are upon you,
You can not get away.
Do not think you can escape them
At night or early in
fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap flows
militant, y'all faggots ain't killin' shit
Oops Crystal keep spillin' shit, you overdid it homes
You in
hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money, but they never take the country out me
I got hot sauce in my
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up
like me
Wish they rocked the big h like me
I be sipping that lean all my ex's live in texas
Took a sip of that lean best believe she gettin naked
Imma
out to my ex's (Yep)
They say hi, I say bye (Bye)
They fall in love with my freshness
No surprise, you know why (Why?)
I'm the one they all wanna F with
JONNY CASH AND ALAN JACKSOM
It’s so good to have every day, all the good things we get day by day
We have a lot, we should never take it from our
wack
Me, I'm tight as fuck
Look
All I'm catchin' is niggas on Twitter, dissin'
And talkin' lies on they lives
I can't recognize my ex-twin in full
building a business, making investments
Stacking my bread, all that and more
You live in a dream, I'm living my dreams
Keep talking your shit, Ill make
parked by the park
Look Jack Boi's lurking in the dark
I'm weighing up my ya dig on an iffy scale
Get it how you live type shit uhh
Young Nigga get that
by the time i walk-in
Like I'm playing poker they be bluffing I be going all in
Pimp slap the bitch, they be playing, where the fuck my head at?
Bitch
I was left in shock
Cause I know that I was wrong
And you told me take you home
Because my ex called my phone
I'm sorry my love that I broke yo heart
Tito
We was Jackson’s?
You know who the baddest
I lift the bar till I get callous
Meet me in my palace
I’m the Prez, fuck a ballot
Got her singing
on beats like my last name was Jackson
I'm turning up in the spot w a bad bitch
And she kinda mean kinda boujee & ratchet
Could Call her a savage man
On some barely legal shit
Yea
Texas boy born and raised
Nineteen-sixty-eight
Both my parents birth date
Brothers by my side
Sharing blood never hate
Double
equals death
Death is called the cousin of sleep
So live for something, peace
Hustlin', grindin'
Re-up put work on consignment
Then cash in
My
and just dam
My nigga I get it I'm on the way
Tip of the Texas, yeah, there's no delay
Told em I need that piece by Johnny Dang
Yeah, down in the valley, you
every nigga in my crew is bout it and we packin
Chorus (2X)
Ha ha. Now y'all know. We run the muthafuckin streets.
No Limit. True to the game.
ain't no unleaded
Got me throwed off the rip, from the cup that I sip
I'ma represent Texas, third coast off the city
Everybody in my hood, either got it
pulling up on whips with the grill
And if that slab only got fo' you know, it's missing a wheel
'Cause I'm a Texas tycoon, flat T-V screens in my room
So
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