Lyrics:
I'm not the type to measure myself to others
I only grind it out just for me and my brothers
I know that I can shoot, don't compare my buckets
I had
Uh
This is the start of the journey
I ain't startin' early but this the life for me
I been doin' this shit without any warning
I'm makin' it happen
John 3:16
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son
That who so ever believes in him shall not perish but have ever lasting
shotty, and found, click boom
I'm a country boy, motherfuckers around here
Stay packed by the noise
I got my shotty in my truck with a few dead birds
I feed my hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend. Now Come On!
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl
control of your country
My technique, he vocabulary freak
Recite for state, my divine is like Dante's Peak
At most, you'll be trapped off in
a loss never again am i coming up short
Knowing im mentally street to the boss
Stuck in this life only come with a cost
Chorus
"cyo lets take it
where you want me then your mood swing
Shoot my shot I’m a chancer
What it take for you to answer
Girl you all up on my brain like cancer
Got me thinking
Around With Jim
Well Out Of South Alabama Came A Country Boy
He Said "I'm Looking For A Man Named Jim
I'm A Pool Shhotin' Boy, My Name Is Willie McCoy
estate, I buss a smile
International, that's how I'm comin' now
Mortgage on the yard like twenty-two hundred
But the rent's got it covered by a country
I'm pretty
And if you know it too, then ladies sing it with me
All eyes on me when I walk in
No question that this girl's a ten
Don't hate me
Cause fat girls can't jump
I wax my gun and unload my pump
Pack a corncob pipe, then smoke five blunts
Blowing weed in the country air, fucking love it
I'm sitting here in this coffee shop. Y'know the one there by Allen street. The town is filled with thousands of middle class college kids living off
months in said, "I'm makin' you my wife, cutie"
She smiled and she asked me, "how?"
I said, "shh (I'ma just do it)," dah, woo, woo, woo, woo, ay
You
Lighters up for the creative Minds uppercuts to the lazy Kinds it's fairly right
Come in a box too jaw dropping Kind i'm just trying to tell you It's a big
rhymes in Ghana tryna play Amadeus and Brahms cut to now it's time for
Rap Opera
This is renaissance music (Let me tell 'em what it is)
Cyberspace music
The last thing you see is the look in my eyes and it's haunting
I'm leaving you here to bleed out on the concrete
They could tell pretty quick by the way
matters
I mean well, I'm only working just to better y'all
My methods ain't the best but it's hurting if I ain't get involved
My skin forever blessed with
she hears me as she orders four whiskeys
And turns to me and asks me what I'm getting
Well that girl, she's way more country than me
Well she might even
we're in between the sheets
Ain't nothin' like that country girl lovin', yeah
Shole is good to me - shole been good to me
Ain't nothin' like that country
yeah)
Meet me on the Southside
Baby, we can go hide (Southside)
Knowin' that my boys gon' have my back
Only on the Southside, girl, gotchu in
but this ain’t Wakanda
So I guess I’m Killmonger, ‘cause my heart bent
If it ain’t broken in the trash bin
But I think I just found my second wind
Tell
(Intro: Ice-T)
Yeah, Ice-T nigga, Seventh Deadly Sin
It's all about that hardcore mind
Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in
Neighbour, San Francisco
(Nathan), shout to my homie Julian out in Paris, (Cabrerra)
Holdin' me and my man Jason down, much love!
Shout to Miami Girl, L.A.
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