Lyrics:
friends?
So how are we supposed to stand up to them?
By the time you hear this
I'll be on my next album writing timeless lyrics
cnd some rhymes you cherish
and Hemmingway cats
To a conflict of disinterest from their boots down to their hats
I sang 'em six or seven hundred of my very best melodies
They just said
Gotta do what I gotta do, yeah)
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where-
Tuition is handled by some
don't know where it is)
If the answer's not on my phone (I don't know where it is)
Heyy! It's a wonderful life
Even George Bailey's happy end was just
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
fucked it up in the beginning
Like I ruined this shit at the start
I tried to play my part but can't change by myself my mind way way too far
Can only
rocking Versace
Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend Sashi
Chris from the block, and all my niggaz stuck in a cell
Paul Wolfowitz, motherfucker
All fiddles now
Take me back to Tulsa
Ah, yes
Ah George, tell them about it
There's that gal with the red dress on
Some folks call her Dinah
Like a ulser in the belly of the beast stayin true to it
Since my home street days in the blue Buick
Niggas been fightin so long seem like I'm used
George
Wanted to dispose of this and that
But curiosity had killed the cat
At this age no wonder it was read
But this was the fate that you were fed
sand
Off a two lane by the ocean
That East Coast heartland
God knows that's where my home is
Where the sun shines a little more early
Little less
low-key run this rap shit
You don't know cause it ain't televised
This is war, gentleman (kill)
My flow is filled with more venom
Than George Zimmerman in
by my name
Welcome to Nashville - man these guys are serious
Welcome to Nashville - I've got a friend who's got a friend
Welcome to Nashville -
ass
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand
no more
I got my boots I kick until I get with
Adapt and overcome, oh hum hum
Go get my gun, load up for fun, and put down with the frown
What goes
Like a ulser in the belly of the beast stayin true to it
Since my home street days in the blue Buick
Niggas been fightin so long seem like I'm used
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
there boots on the ground
Paratroopers went in, and do what do
14 civilians died and our wee country would explode
I was only 2 months old
I was 11
just kno all my shooters on stand by
Niggas thought they was under arrest when we came on the stage got em turnt wit they hands high
I got story’s for
never rocking Versace
Eddie Ramierez's cousin George, and my old friend Sashi
Chris from the block, and all my niggaz stuck in a cell
Paul Wolfowitz,
as gods
That's the dumbest shit I've ever
Heard in my motherfuckin' life
You need to set the fuck down somewhere (Ahh)
(Um, on this new album I've
Got uh
a pair of boots from Rick?
Had to tell that lil' girl don't trip
Cool blood, but my money Crip
Got clap on lights no flick
Can't take no pic, no flick
girl crazy she fuck without sheets
Ice on my fingers ima turn up the heat
Lights off its horror night now it creepy
Three albums worth my evil cuisine
over, let me see somethin'
Young FL Studio from the back, I'm tryna beat somethin'
I'm the type to put my boots on, he the type to run and go tweet
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