Lyrics:
William's my friend; he'll never change
he's my friend the outlaw at home on the range
He wears his hair long in a neat ponytail
To prove he's still
niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking
ears have ever known
Just an old fashioned feeling in my bones
Country comforts and the road that's going home
Down at the mill they've got a new
the one person who was my guiding light, my friend, my hero, was
killed by a drunk driver in a head-on collision. He died instantly. I
couldn't even bring
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
Well there once lived a maiden down by the sea
Let me tell the story of my Annabelle Lee
We were young, we were kids by that place by the sea
And we
hereditary
If I was Math, you'd be dead already
Your picture on a obituary
Bullet holes in your head already
I'm 5000 and 0, my record dumb nigga
Dumb nigga
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Hit that ho with a two-piece
Hoes tryna fake kick it like Bruce Lee
Just got a new coupe, it got two seats
I don't let
A little house in a little town in Georgia
Take that country road across the tracks
The home place sits just a little back
Cedar post porch
haunted by Freddy Krueger
I put my faith in the creed, man, I feel like Ryan Coogler
I break the news on CNN, they call me Anderson Cooper
I be laughin'
nigga
When I'm in the zone they won't tackle me nigga
I touched down in the city, a fuckin' walkin' target
Still man all my bitches miss me, yeah they
Wolfe whispering in my head
I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank
mom in charge fuck you, William
And tell the Queen to slob all on my knob!
Queen Impression
We're all living like kings
Raping all the peasants
Taking
khaki jeans where they used to be Lee's/
no ties with Master Lock but now speaking of keys
Being seized overseas in big barrels and crates/
but negated
Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown
Country comfort's in a truck that's going home
Down at the well they've got a new machine
The foreman says it
a new life then what we need is better fathers
Either I'm smarter cause of my daughter or I'm just too dense
I'm 28 years old, it just now started makin
my buttercream suit
Alligator steppers too, make you feel the (Woo!)
Won't stop 'till you get enough boo
Niggas trippin', what's new?
But it's all good
Gube Thug (in this muh'fucker)
Taylor Made! You heard me? That's on my momma
They ain't playin 'round hurr
And that's on my momma!
Catch me in a house
Fuck your friendship, I'm a lone-shark
Got pictures of me on my home wall
And they're all painted, look like Mozart
I be feelin' like I'm Spike Lee
up my love with Amari fucking with Jana-lee
Fucked up my love with lil' Jana fucking with Yana-b (what)
My mama steady be praying
She know I run
Sitting back, take a swig of this rum
Inspired by the vibrations from the kick of this drum
My mind makes me revisit the slums
I come from where
there be light
No gang banging in new york tonight
Just murals of Biggie Smalls, bigger then life
Turn up the kid mic 'cause ya'll ain't listening
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
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