Lyrics:
life
But he was pulled from the mud in the Etowah River
By the man y'all despised
(Ko-ko Joe)
Ko-ko Joe
They called him the Etowah River swamp rat
me back
Baby, please take me back
I don't wanna live here by this dirty old airport, in this greasy little shack
Take me back
Baby, please take me back
old love in Style I never swiped on her face
Come from the days with the Myspace page
Trying to be all the rage filling out surveys
And damn, they were
outta funds
Bodies of Native children found, killed by priests and nuns
I refuse to be that man livin' cheque to cheque
30 years at the job? What you
demons I can't stop it
I got too much sins
Hey, hey
It's the twenty-three, twenty-four
However the fuck old
Always hate it when it rains
Always dressing
I let the fuckin' rap hit 'em
Full clip, but only half did 'em
That's all it took, another crook
Taken out, over a dirty look (What!)
I bag niggas,
the devil on my back, I'm in cold sweats
'Bout to do some dirt in some dirty black old sweats
If you known you shoulda shown the way
Mosta the hood 'bout
man
Be wise and grow old
The last one to land
I took my first step
The village was my family, man
Green hands also help
You keep your sight clear, man
the five finger discount
And I have to keep my eyes on you
Hey, yeah
Guard your soul, man, these streets ain't the old days
Guard your pockets, too
Make
survivor
He never wrote the name of his drivers
And wondered that the man can deprive ya
It's there in black ink
With millions in dirty green had
Anne, feared by one and all
Not sailed by man
The wind picked up, she slipped her chains
The luff pulled taught on the main
The sky turned black, it
a bit
You ain't a boss if you ain't never got your hands dirty
Good with the .15, your honor gave a man thirty
I just paint a picture like I'm Stan
We switch lanez with the whip
F*** it
Me and my n**** lit
Riding dirty with no lic
I say F*** police
Man i'm lit like a furnace
Burn up all these trees
Understand the spirit's willing but my flesh is weak
Let me speak, I never had a chance to dream
Ten years old finding love in dirty magazines
Miss December
(Harry ran it up) (Ahaha, Stratic)
You preaching loyalty nigga I mean it
(Preaching loyalty nigga I mean it)
Anything I rap I did it or seen it
intending to cause man damage
Manna savages darg we don't panic
Man step through best mind how ya move mind how ya talk
You don't wanna see by slap it
Shut
the attack
By any man I’m in fact, ha ha
And it's like that
My impact so hard if I die
I probably bounce right back
I walk around with a mice trap
Niggas wit
when I walk into a room
Watch your step and watch your tone, boy, you talkin' a goon
Been a problem since them old heads was snortin' off the spoon
You kill a motherfucker, you kill him for that
You got caught up in this shit that means you fucked it up
Old man was spittin' game so I sucked it up
You kill a motherfucker, you kill him for that
You got caught up in this shit that means you fucked it up
Old man was spittin' game so I sucked it up
Hey whats up baby how you guys doing tonight?
Yo my nigga you looking good man!
Ugh!
What you drinking right there?
That's clique? I never tried
Hey whats up baby how you guys doing tonight?
Yo my nigga you looking good man!
Ugh!
What you drinking right there? That’s clique? I never tried
I don't know how long I can stay
Left a girl behind in my old man's truck
Sometimes I wonder where she ended up
Maybe she got married, had a couple
Every shape and size
Buzzard
Watching us go by
We ain't fleece
We ain't soft
You ain't greased
You ain't sly
Double V's
Dirty mops and runny eyes
Ya we
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