Lyrics:
take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this
Huh, Complain, your personal lightning rod
Black cat, 357
Still representing
Always representing
This is pure story telling, something you gotta
a different breed
Walk in with the heat and leave a legend in the league
I got high hopes, high hopes
I know, I know
Talk Big, Work Hard
Few Scars, They Show
I
Came up having nothing
Now I'm chasing after green
Got the game from my fam now I'm taken over the league
It's money over everything except
morning
Pumpkin Cowboy
Pumpkin Cowboy
It was well-known through the prairie
Cowboy Cat had ruined lives
And they said he was a devilish man
Who liked
been keeping out the cold with stone walls and ivy
I'd build a fire but nothing warmed me
Until you came, your face lit by the flame
No matter what you
your family was
Singing the immigrant blues too
Though not all our people came here by choice
Lives and land stolen
This past has a price
Our right
wave like they stoppin' a taxi
On a six, in a Lamb', but I'm not that bitch Mary (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Four-one
They counted me out, I came
money (uh)
When ya see a boss comin' (yes)
Thought shit was funny
But watch what ya see now (we gon' see now)
Nothin left to accomplish
I don came I
money (uh)
When ya see a boss comin' (yes)
Thought shit was funny
But watch what ya see now (we gon' see now)
Nothin left to accomplish
I don came I
That John the Baptist came back to life
Looking for a place to set up camp
And I led him down by the morning light
To the holy waters of the Rio Grande
Wheatfields dance to the prairie wind
Sky turns dark as the rain rolls in, it’s a hundred and one degrees in the shade
Eighteen wheels
you still couldn't step
If I say it's up, then it's going through the net
I don't know much bout love
But that's probably cuz I ain't seen enough
Came
saint-like in pure white, he's
Photographed as he walks not only by us
But by everyone else who
Happens to be at the beach
Today young teenagers with iPhones
the rappers in this whole city
Not one of y'all was ever gon' pick me
So I picked the locks then came through the back doors
Sold out shows and still got my
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
Like coming through
Give me a couple hours I'll be Pulling up on you
Soon as I did she jumped in Like she ready to go
I hit the gas in the jag now we
I planned this out from A to Z
Getting paid to play that's major league
They so without they hating me
You know that I don't got no damns on me
Lil
That is until the day that my producer
Happened to thumb through the pages of my notebook
He came across the words and he said
We gotta somethin' with
as the sun sank in the west
And I dreamed we were pebbles by the sea
On a blue world spinning through space
In a dark and empty universe
Where solitude
whole through the wall
But since they all lovers, I need more rubbers
And if I don't use rubbers, need more covers
Housekeeping, I mean goddamn
One
to throw a party here in Grand ''Prairie"
I'm bored, 'sittin in the 'classroom chillin
The clock ticks while I'm starin 'at the ceilin
My phone vibrates, I
on his own
For four years been chasing gold
Tryna reach the throne
Like pure cane my game sold
Xbox and O
But old bitches ain't keeping up
You moving too
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