Lyrics:
dew, good morning to the rising sun
I'm a Carolina farm boy, don't mean no harm boy, country lovin son of a gun
Vs2
The corns laid by, the cotton is
The same thing that make you laugh
You gon' cry from
Laugh now, cry later but your time will come
And if you live by the gun
You could die from one
pussy thinking they real because they got a bag
Put my heart on these songs and let the beat cry
Boy I fell in love with guns since I was knee high
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Here's a a song of young
Lives lost before their time
Of four daring lads cut down in their prime
In a land that longs for
Freedom and for peace
It's
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
every day like it's yours last
I thank God for keeping me here to make this song
There's a purpose for my life
For the niggas with the guns
There's
tells me, howd you come up with this beat, these bars?
It just spawns inside of my brain, surrounded by pain and membranes
My longest song yet and im so
'til 4 she could be home by 5.
Shuts her eyes for the rest of the route,
And keeps the head-phones loud to drown everything out
But the same old song
on
Biggest egos, biggest hair, biggest liars anywhere
Let's sing another stupid Texas song
By God we're so darn proud to be from Texas - yahoo!
Even
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
fact
I can't even sleep right, starin' at the gun
Should be staring at the peace pipe, hard to see what peace like
Forty-five, still get scared from
Raised by thugs, schooled by killers
I learned mathematics from big-time dealers
So now them busters love to
See a nigga falling cocked the Glock
respect
But the OPD, found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the Task and jacked by the Vice
Face down on the ground keep my hands in sight
Put
know-it-all-way
She lived by the book and she prayed every day
Never was a time when a rhythm or rhyme
Or the words of a song ever slipped her mind
Mama said
having you by my side
You left and fucked up my life
I know that I did you wrong
That's why I'm writing this song
I know you wanted me home
I thought I was
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
I laid
this cash by the ton
I put some ice on my mom, yeah, bitch, I'm a son of a gun
Yeah, I shot hot as the sun, diamonds wet like I jumped out the pond
getting started the surface is unscratched
I just popped the trunk better run, its unlatched
Cuz I go boom boom boom
The gun is my mouth
I shut this shit
the metal to his mouth like lil tecca yeah
They're all around him
He's gotta get out
Upstairs they found him
A gun in his mouth
He hears a song
His mother
a little too long
I might blow up by the end of this song
I can never wait up (whooo)
Bitch wanna tango takes two (yuh)
Tell me what we gonna do (yuh)
Stick
Deniy dey here so yes o
Ode tipe otipe ta tin ba bo
Life is a war and is also turn by turn
If I had known sebi I would have buy gun
But I won't run
Everyday expensive taste up in my life, I'm not your type
At eleven BB guns and hooping and then tuned to a fight
Living good I'm feeling nice,
She said she love me, but she don't really love me like that
How can I trust you if you're not ever hitting me back?
She said she love my new song
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