Lyrics:
twisting it's way back in
"You're so lucky, " Mum whispers
In my ear again, following my line of sight
She gives me a look that suggests
She knows what I've
wanna be in it bitch you better act right
I got this feeling that you hate me but you act like you like
I had a dream that the Devil was just you by my
Yeah, back up in here again
From Medina to Marseille
You know what I'm sayin'? La Saga 2000
Takin' Francs to the bank
(Dreddy Krueger)
Up in
talking bank roll my money my money my money
(Ace Hood)
And where my money young niggas gotta have that
Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag
a rest
Take me home
Euston Station, the train journey north
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Past old crooked dikes, through Yorkshire's
bigger dreams
I copped a house out in the hills just to switch scenes
And now they back home saying "How could Vic leave?"
I got Chicago on my mind like
the power cause my name is Zach
I don't give up on the stuff that don't last
I made a band with a couple of brass Yuh
Yuh
I got trombones and the bass in
a casket nap
Cass' can rap, you can't compare him to me
I'm ya savior
It's like scripture when they
Hear it from me i snap back
(snapback) so cats in this
off by saying why you turn into a fucking snitch
Out in Disneyland finna go out and I'll take yo bitch
Fucking with that hoe and you wonder why you got
yo' stomach and a knife in my hand, boy
Loading up the drum, let it bang, ain't no band, boy
Sleeping with the fishes, favorite meal is the sand, boy
Here we go again pull them bands out
Here we go again call ya friends out
Bitches poppin pillys drinkin Henny now they kissing each other
Shit get
a rest
Take me home
Euston Station, the train journey north
In the buffet car we lurched back and forth
Past odd crooked dikes, through Yorkshire's
talkin' crazy cause I'm high again
Flow like a motherfucker say it again
Twenties lookin' like ooh
With the guy like who
Back up the bad money,put it in
used to be on the outside lookin' in
Now Whodini is comin' back to do it all again
Pioneers who've given rap it's
Life and it'self all praise due
and a shot of Black Label
Closed this place down once again
Sittin' here wishin' you'd walk right in
Down my shot, shoot my beer
I ain't gotta go home but I
can bring your friends we pop bottles get paper here
Go back to your man I hope he never believe her
Pull up in a beamer and act like I never seen her
did it then i did that shit again uh
What if it all worked out in the end uh
What if i had my brothers savings in a band uh
What if i paid the whole
sherlock homes
Finding unmotivated bodies, Indiana Jones
You want to take my energy, you want to take a lone
Discography will always apex, crescendo
Never
Take me home!
Houston station
The train's heading North,
In the bucket car
We looked back and forth.
I stole crooked dice
Through Yorkshire's green
the back of the class with the Malcom x glasses
I improve on the craft and
I'll appeal to the masses
Smoke as much grass as brass bands
I'm in the same class
little by little
When she walked in that building it's like my world got little
I won't continue the story cause ill get choked up little
But you knew
an underscore.
I done walked by faith a long way from home.
I could always see what's coming like I'm Raven Symone.
I know a band of niggas drumming & gunning
Eventually there will be hell
The future just does not look well
All fair use, it was made by myself
Just do it, put your ego on the shelf
In
a terrorist
Scared as shit when they see an AK again
There's a loser and a winner and Imma see dinner
IMMA MARCH IN
Shotty, glocks, with the armor on
Getcha
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