Lyrics:
Nelson lungs, they don't wanna smoke wit me
Better have ya funds, you won't ever smoke for free
Spill it by the tons, you can get the smoke for cheap
on the hill, forty miles from the mill
But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Did she bid you to come in, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Did she bid you
more than I should
With my mother's eyes?
And my mother's eyes are with me
In the chilly winds of autumn
If I ain't here by winter, she'll know why
Beat a Willie Nelson of the new generation
A risin legacy shoutin across every nation
I need a passport luggage and a new Rolls Royce
50 Billion but I
and I’ll no longer trouble thee
Oh Willie dear I dare not ask him for he lies in his bed at rest
And by his side a silver dagger to pierce the heart that I
to top all the loosed ends
My homeboy lost his sista in a carry
He's still alive but through her eyes he done saw her death
And when he came he was
fighting off the demons
Everything's a bliss when I drift I don't trip aye
Shackie D vibes in the whip
I'm a need that limousine tint aye
She gone hit my
drink and I don't smoke
Imma muthafuckin' joke
I see you look me in my eyes
You might live and I might die
I'm sayin', "Fuck it"
I'm sayin, "Fuck it"
a Drakeo, take this hunnid, nigga, be grateful
Bitch
With my EBK niggas, stay in the house cause that's probably safer,
Bitch
21-0, are you sure you wanna
like I done killed somebody
Just on my arm with a tailgate shotty
I'm a redneck found in the lobby
Lookin' for the beer in the motel party
Waitin' for
nigga in da building
Call me mr green cuz I smoke like i'm willie nelson children
Catch me inna 7 counting benjis inna trenches
Catching touchdowns you
Governmently engineered like E Bola for this rap garage sale
by this industry I'm trying not to get fucked like 2Pac in jail
You can hate me, but await me like
That's my adrenaline
So we purge sandusky, purge zimmerman
Purge every mother fucker rapin' women in
Purge niggas killin' kids, back to back in two vans
Me
want eye on the law
Thinkin' if they kill us one by one—problem resolved
I might get Willie Lynch'd for this rhyme
A pinch with some time, my face
and a Willie Nelson t-shirt
that she said she got for four bucks from a sale in someone's yard
Then she moved closer, took a seat right next to me
said I'd tell
wanna burn it all
So much willie lynch in the air
I can feel the cotton breezing by me
I can hear the tap dancing from the closet
Ain't no questions if
paranoid she's blowing my high
And she knew that I was buzzin' from the red in my eye
Got my license and my papers, showed me my picture on The Source
on heights, wishing for Nikes in different flavors
The age of Kane and Big Daddy, short-body Caddys
Uncles named Larry, that really never grabbed me
My
I'm doing this for me
Can you see? I'm just like you
You hear my out of tune Muse
You hear its dark views
You see the Lightning in its eyes
You see
they ain't on shit
Get killed on the set
Pushing you off if you still on the fence
Come from the gutta was raised by another and then I found out my
sing like George Jones
Spend all my nights in little barrooms
Tryin' to make a name for myself
Couple dollars in my tip jar just hopin' to get by
Maybe
saw in all amazing
Poor little Willie, wretched soul
Settin' up a-straddle of the pot-rack pole
Oh my lad I'm glad I found you
I'll either kill, hang,
never heard a Waylon Jennings song
She's never been a fan of Willie Nelson
So there ain't no way in hell we'll get along
She told me she thinks country
or be killed
Fuck with me then blood is getting spilled on the field
I'm going crazy no refill on my pills
Ain't no use in anybody trying to tell me
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