Lyrics:
Why all these bugles cry
These squads of young men drill
To kill and to be killed
Stood waiting by the train
Why the orders loud and hoarse
Why
craft I go berserk now
She just wanna ride my wave I told her you can't work by
Dog in a house you can't ride it
Run around town bad bitch she gun find it
Don't care who I offend
1A: I can say whatever the hell I want (Ay)
2A: I can buy whatever guns I want (Ay)
They say "Bryson stop making
Songs about
home
You can take me anywhere you want after I sing this song
After I sing this song
see In the morning, melodies of the birds await me
Harmonized by
themselves just thinkin we rhyme alike
How would you fight me I'm like ten families strong
Manipulation by song relate to it niggas
Henny on the rocks toast
truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
See there! a son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his
that my diamond chain weighs a ton
I'm makin' the shot, but I don't got a gun
I'm makin' the bread, but this song is a bun
My diamonds so bright, you
your world!
This is our song follow our voice ‘‘Welcome to US’’
Let it go... Let it go... Let it go...
Get your gun! Let’s shoot! Bang! Bang!
Crush this
the gun die by the gun
It go bang see the flame
Shine bright like the sun
Better stay away
You either go and get it done
Or be the one gettin done
Live by
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
Not a day goes by
When you don’t cross my mind
All the things we do
Goddamn baby
You could’ve fooled me, said this is what you wanted
You really
'Cause when I'm gone that ain't gon' be the song that they recite, what up?
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk, oh, walk on
of the land and
I'm a son of the mountains (I'm a song of the mountains)
I'm a son a of a gun (I'm a son of a gun)
I'm as free as a river (I'm as free
This is no good, you know what I'm saying
Nigga always dissing in them songs but never pop out
Boy we got some guns on our side ready to rock out
No I
a drug free school zone
J.A.D.A
I'm top 5, dead or alive
And that's just off one LP
Jae Hood
Two guns up
All I know is bitches and money, grams
fuckin' tongue
I'ma kill this fuckin' bum
I put that on my youngest son
I'll bust a gun
Have bullets flyin' out the fuckin' drum
Holdin' up a 9 in my hand
got guns
They want to be hard rocks and not be a fool
That buys a history book
Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my hits
retreat, now we making the hit
We started from the ground level we moving to the street
HEgang dey here
If you feel this song put your hands up in the air
In
out on that crack route
‘Cause with Christ back it's Beyoncé
– Super Bowl blackout
Can we hear a song that
Raise the cross in it?
No gun bars and all
goings on
'Cause the constantly getting rid of us one by one Whether Its drugs or diseases or gun by
Gun I ain't no saint either I feel that
I'm
ya eyes to
What's the fucks that's goings on
Cause the constantly getting rid of us one by one whether Its drugs or diseases or gun by
Gun I ain't
Liberal move, is all confused, gun users
Instead of peace talk, fuck this world
I ride for Z. York, pass the heat off
I blast at Farahkhan to overthrow
them come we see them go
Songs will make things change
We share them day by day
Dancing in the shadows of a nuclear age
Guns and arrows and blind men's
I reside by a willow and a guy
Normally I'm in my room avoiding sleep
Lights are never on
Tryna' write my favorite song
Never get it right
That's why
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