Lyrics:
the cadillac
Crusin in the night
Baby grab my hand
Tell me what be on your mind
I'll try to understand
Try n stay right by your side
Baby take this chance
Cuz
to be finished
And i was chosen by Him
This is a game i'm gonna win
Ughum i mean He will win
On my own i'd prolly sin
I'm not perfect and I've said it
collapse
Starin' at the world from a different
View like my crooked eye do
Hold my beach cruiser as I ride by you
With my Glasses on, shout out to Malone
the lights and water on
But I can't keep my white trash off the lawn
Car engine from a flowerbed
In a whiskey bottle base
Cadillac on a cinderblock
Duct
bottles
Pain in my heart, pain everywhere I go
Hunted by my past but I'm still on my own
Can't find the happiness in this motherfuckin' bottles
What you
knots don't slip
And let me down tonight
I feel the wind in my hair as I climb
Dark Lord is here by my side
You pull up in your Cadillac
Let's take
by myself)
But, that's all I need cuz I'm-
Better on my own (Yeah, I'm better on my own)
I'm better on my own (Yeah, I'm better on my own)
No bitch
These are my own ways
These are my...
Think back, day back, way back
A&R sign, right to Fif buy hip strap (Way, way)
Pray you hate, I meditate, off
until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my
And count up my cash
Ebt we gon smash
Bottles
Empty
Lock is broken
Not to mention
I'm too high
To bust out all
My caps
55, 6 point
99's and lines
Ak's
Man
I've been drinking 'til the bottle's gone
I'll be dead by dawn, or just wake up alone again
So much freedom in my head
I built a world of my own
I just
by different country travelers
Ravagin’ through the motherland on the other hand still label us savages
Here goes to coppin’ all the bottles and cans
writin raps
All about my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers,
freestyling in the Cadillac
To late nights writing rhymes back to back
Then I met Jesus
He changed my act
Hit them college years
Saw that fade to black
But in
is coming, so you better get on your knees
Today, bottle rockets are two for one but salvation's free
He said, "I quit my job at a big church where
is like that green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National
It can be over any day
But we gon' ball anyway, yeah
Made my first buck
I ain't let it go to my head (Nope)
I can tell by a nigga
Lingo if he gettin'
'em with lead
By the motherfuckin' bottle
Yeah, ah, all of my voices in me (yeah-ah)
All of my voices I hear (ah, I-I-I'm working on dying, BNYX)
Housewives, My kind of women
Don't act like a housewife
But be a housewife
Breath like a housewife
Walk like a housewife
But don't just act like
Housewives, My kind of women
Don't act like a housewife
But be a housewife
Breath like a housewife
Walk like a housewife
But don't just act like
time
Mac in my right arm, Tequila bottle in
My left arm like Cristian
Watching my life go, Can´t do myself in
Wolves in the night yo, hells men
Two
Sippin' out the bottle like it's no tomorrow
But can't no drug or liquor take away this sorrow
Dodging the penitentiary and cemetery
Jail or death is
to get chose tonight
Ridin' my leather and wood, hey
Hit the door I feel dynamite
And all the fly girls lookin' so good, choosin'
You choosin' that [Go
standing by you all my time flies
that's how the web get weaved
You join in its spin and you start to believe
Even though your sixth sense
Tell you that
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