Lyrics:
pull up a mini coop
Y'all really witnessing something especially
Bob the builder how my tool is right next to me
I fuck with slime but I still had to red
vote Such is the Duality of the
Southern Thing And George Wallace died back in
'98 and he's in Hell now, not because he's a
Racist His track record
you got no memory
Card
Fell on my trap card and now I attack
I heard your new track and that shit is wack
Hearing my new shit, you say that shit gas
I
Eye
Guess Who's the Bad Guy
I ain't playing
I'm saying
I'm in a red circle
Red line going diagonal starting over my left shoulder going over my right
green
Royalty same color as codeine
White own a black I see red
I see red I see red I see red
My city got history
Crackers never get to me
Mama said this
view..
Got my ears open.. no money heard.. all I hear is I can't hear you...
Im all by myself and don't need no help.. my nigga I swear too.
{HOOK}
Niggas
I done messed around and pushed the little red button
Now I'm rising to the top
My gear is stuck in drive, now my rise won't ever stop
Sunt'm like
the gauntlet of the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine
And now you ask that I should watch the red man's race be slowly crushed?
What kind of words
sleuth
Clever mind, to my youth
Phone booth, constant ring
Picking up, gave me wings
Used to talk, Now I sing
Used to walk, Now running
Funny thing, is how
showers at the end of my hot bath and eventually found them tolerable. Now I even look forward to them, crave them, in fact. Yes, there is the gasping
courage go and get behind a mic
This is where we part, it's time for me to say goodnight
Didn't find a sample for you to spit your lies to
Now it's on my
think about human trafficking
And Racketeering
Keeping track of my demons
Until they’re meaningless
I guess this is a reset
....this isnt real its just
sight
Blinded by my ignorance I prepare my self for the day,
Thinking this sinking feeling will go away
As I set off on my track the little voice in
turrets
See now you bumping to the best and
Got me angry off the ring
These niggas bloody till they blood
Is drippin' off my fingers
With my real blood
runnin' track and I'm quick on my feet like a runnin' back
Now we 'bouta break the bank, like I'm Schoolboy Q in a bucket hat
Hit em in the jaw when I'm
Hold on now, I just saw some friendly fire
Tactics that we don't require
Our aim is off and yet we still conspire
Focused on the words of a liar,
I'm still mad and fight my life
Fuck you too you dumb ass bitches
Always telling me how I should be living
Fuck all of you, all said I'm done
Now fuck
by accident
I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit
I'm
Now run it cuz Im handing you the mic but remember I am not the enemy
Im a friend to thee
Scratch my track Ive forgiven thee human to me I just wanted
you tracks now you gone i ain’t tryna relax
whole time you was out with us we get em out of there if niggas start tweaking I know you got my back
You
a cold heart (cold heart)
Now my ring finger doin' the double dutch
And we lie together, cry together
And I swear I hope we fucking die together
always suckin’ on my balls
Like your diss track ho
Dog the only time I beat around
The bush is when I’m lookin'
I’ll be grabbin' snakes and takin' them
on
Telescopes on, and tell her that hope gone
And show her that war is war, fours and forty-fours
Banana peeling clips stacked ceiling to floor boards
Head up
make man step on road
Life right now on the ends is cold
Seen bare man tryna let that go
Uncle Lex, man stepped in the war
True say now we can't
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