Lyrics:
I'm not walkin by you
You made a lil thousand or 2
I spent that sh*t on some shoes
Walk in the club with the rocket
Never seen you with bands in yo
slammin Maybach doors
They broke my jaw in the club, Billy nursed me to health
She more than a friend, she showed me that I wasn't by myself
And I been
Midnight marks another year gone by
Hear the bottle rockets scream across the sky
Everybody's on an Auld Lang high
Like there's never been a night
time
But she only down to ride for the right guy
Rollin up the loud as we drive by
I'll nut up in her eye that's a cock eye
Yeah I got the green like I'm
Here I just blow a fuse
Nothin' I can do that'll change you
I won't change my tune
Anywhere but here, anywhere but here
Rob a little money from
hard as fuck, Draco got all wood
And I don't fuck with these niggas, I ain't laugh or nothin
Yeah, when I' rob ' em , den I'm maskin' up
If I'm ever
sufferin' from cancer
Feel like Tony did it but he don't really know the answer
So he gone let it burn until he get confirmed
Couple months fly by, Tony
riders
Twenty-inch rims and wide body drivers
We can't let nothin stop us (get.. this.. mo-ney)
Young H-O-V-A
And the boy R. Kel', you know how we
own mind
Decline is a demon I won't blindly
Let eliminate all of my progress
People get upset
And don't acknowledge context
I can see regret
It bottles
in they lockers
Watching my friends die it made me harder
I don't care bout nothin but making dollars
Smoking on good gas, poppin bottles
My mama
I'm sinkin' within pride
Drinkin' for lunch and I'm drinkin' for dinner
I'm nothin' but lush when I'm pushin' up in her
I seldom remember the 8th
Keep my bottles ice cold and we smokin' out this club
We run through bitches all week, you fall in love and wife 'em up
Lightin' up the Sunday driver
Yeah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck,
You got a copy on me Pigpen? c'mon.)
(Ah yeah, ten-four Pigpen, for sure, for sure.
By golly
a demographic
I am just a soul with a body and a passion
Look what I made Momma, it's magic
Nothin but a bastard kid laughing hard at everything that the pastor
love being with my friends
We barely get by but have the best times
And hope it never ends
We drink all day until we fall down
So we can do it all again
(Verse 1)
It was a quarter to one We' had nothin' done
Bout ninety degrees outside It was her and me
One chair cozy
In a laid back Chesney style She
just ain't nothin' left
Whiskey with the cyanide, empty bottle by my bed
Depression got no antidote so fill my fucking brain with lead
Blood run
that ass from the side that's before she sits down
And her mouth get wet as a bottle of Crystal
Niggas lookin' at me, pa but I'm packin' a pistol
Fuck
here (Why Nigga)
Beefin' with the whole city
But I'm still here (I'm outside)
I'm still here
Don't compare me to no rapper
If he ain't drop nothin'
I
still thirsty
I come from the hydrant the yard and the corner now tell me who cola
So acidic you nothin but soda
Yeah I feed to the roots to the trees
you, me
And this bottle of Jim Beam
Between you and me
It’s been a long time comin’
But you can’t say there’s nothin’
Between you, me
And this bottle
Product of the slums with
Rich white folks' money
And the police got no love for me
But I'm not scared of nothin'
Mass incarcerate us
Man and then they call
but he just turned to me
And said Why son don't you know this here
Rig'll be puttin' 'em all to shame, why
There ain't a driver on this
Or any other
granted like my college degree
I'm in a good spot, getting crushed by a rock
I make an effort tryna sever all my bottling thoughts
I'm stackin' bottles
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