Lyrics:
it's all in my mind
Is this a dream or just how I'm designed
I gotta get away from the demon inside
Somebody help me
There's a demon inside
I can't tell
rise at ten thirty
And reach Kempton park around three
I stand by the rail, when a horse is for sale
And you ought to see Wooton watch me
I lean
guns for play
Stars in the room, we all suns today
Wavy just called me to say that she sorry
She need me right now, Houston I'm on the way
I been in
through Venmo
Bags coming in like we boosting
Wrap it up send it straight to Houston
Probably in a foreign Tom Cruising
Work white like the girl from
About this time
You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
It's Priest mothafucka
You
Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them
.45 by my scrotum, manifest the Do or Die slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin'
lungs out
I'ma walk in, I clutch it like it's a war house
All your bitches that bust it, they live in your house
What goes up come down, my nigga,
todding my gun having my fun breaking bread
with my loved ones raymond rolling the weed in the pheonix streets been
up been down been struck by greif
get da cheese, dats by any means
If ya real, then throw ya set, let me see ya sign
Project Pat, from the southside, out here on the grind
While
ex-lover of a long-time loser
Stands rejectedly by the door
Doesn't Lenny live here anymore?
Are you sure?
The soul of the sun shines just outsde
three-fifths of them
In chains and powerless, brave souls reduced to cowardice
Slaving in the baking sun for hours just
To see the master creep into the shack
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
and drive slow homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full
a brudda move like Grizzy
Bare live corn in a four door truck
If I came earlier I would have saw more luck
North Face jacket same one
From the crib session
GOOD MORNING, TEXAS
BY GARY BEST
I CAME BACK TO HOUSTON IN A STOLEN GTO
CHANGED MY SHIRT AND WASHED MY HAIR BUT I SMELLED LIKE NEW MEXICO
LAST
kind of love!
They took me down by the waterfall,
they showed me their island ways.
They gave me beautiful flowers,
and pretty good island lays.
I
I'm from the old hood, somethin' like yo' hood
Where niggas don't know good, or know Suge, but the blow good
So we rock it like Tracy McGrady
Send it
to eat, to breathe, to live
And they swear they got niggas that's informing them
They've been handin' down indictments for about a year
And they aint
away from these things, man
Or you might just end up in a coffin and not breathing
But you'll be still crutching onto your crutch with
The numbers 8-5-3
down doors, although I never break laws
Come to a town that's yours, and I be rippin the whole tour
Comin hard for your section, slow up
Live in
Yeah, What (repeat 7x)
Lil' Flip, David Banner, Three Six Mafia
Houston Texas, Mississippi, Memphis Tenn. what?
[Lil' Flip]
They told me I
Yeah, What (repeat 7x)
Lil' Flip, David Banner, Three Six Mafia
Houston Texas, Mississippi, Memphis Tenn. what?
[Lil' Flip]
They told me I
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
loot, gun, hons and fun
From down sun to up sun
Can't forget the lyrics cause that's my bread and butter, I make bread
When I'm butter and wicked like
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