Lyrics:
trap)
Whole motherfucking brick
Old niggas out here living off them old war stories
Fuck that nigga hood, Jimmy Rocket go shoot up the place
Yeah,
'em by the wrist
He does his pulling with his eyes
He does his talking with his fists
Bottle rockets on an August night
Raid the coolers in
Stay in the water like lobster
Aye she got a big peach like cobbler
She on the top of my lid like a bottle
She like the way I push like a throttle
Ain't never had a friend like me
Remember memories so vividly
Was once a little dust-kicker now becomes a G
Who can I call when they all fail?
Collect
a dirty overcoat
At the foot of the pillar of the road
Propped inside was an old man
Whom time could not erode
The night was snapped by sirens
Those
Dog-eat-dog world, gory
In the gutter, brother despise brother
Throwing threats at each other
Broken bottles and bar fights with box cutters
Alcoholics,
And if I beat you to the punch I punch you dead in your face
Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
Caked out
The Corleone connection in all
break glass
They fucked Rodney King up and now it's they ass
So it's bottle rockets through the window
Kids that was never smoking endo
Fiends kicking
and be your funeral
(Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin' through
Drive-by, layin' side by side as they viewin' you
Ha, cause you will
my man layin dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again, hold ya head and stay
Saw my man layin' dead on the floor, kid I swore
That our crew will live forever, I guess I was wrong
No, until we meet again,hold ya head and stay
Flash
You see these cameras tryna take our picture
Lights, Camera, Action strike a pose with us
Flash
We poppin bottles she gone pop that for
a desk job
Making music for the culture and the world on the laptop
I'm goin' full throttle on the bottle, trying to forget these past memories
I overcame
die for you
Do the same for me
Do the same for you
I'm on the field scorned
Bottle rocket to the top
And now the car's foreign
Women foreign, food
so little time
I ditched the dimmer switch and got up quick and now I'm
Flying by the seat of my pants
Chasing lightning with a broken bottle
I'll
the melody
Back on the track like a memory
The sad part of the story I'm from the est where the glory is
Still, a part of the game and hip hop isn't dead
still here
And you're still dead and gone
And all I've got is this song
I'm feeling up for a little ride
Saddle up Jimmy and we take stride
An old dog's
wearin' gold, your style was old
And you got more juice and dope for every bottle sold
Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
But hey, never gamble in
choppin and slayin darkness away
Thought I'm afraid naw dog on my Joshua David
I don't argue and play
contrarian walkin by faith
Mouth constantly
bottles comin' out, warriors come out and play, aye
Just know I'm grade A, get a slice of bread
Okay, some hoods love me, some would like me dead
Okay,
your career your shit dead listen
I know niggas talk a lot shit but can't dish it
Lil dogs like to bark but got no bite
I'm top dog any time I touch this
came from the cemetery where my dog was buried
Drop some buds in the earth to grow in they memory
Thinkin' 'bout the fun times we had as fam
wear gold your style was old
And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold
Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
But hey, never gamble in
Let's get it!
Got my windows rolled up
'Cause my niggas rolled up
As we riding down Rosecrans
Hit the bottle on the low
Look around to make
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