Lyrics:
something good
But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood
If you see me walking by you, boy, don't you even speak
Pretend you on the sofa and I'm
I was sitting on the
Couch reading yellow paper
A letter in reply
7 days later after I wrote 'em
"Stay strong, keep your faith in God
" what I told
you (coolio)
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position
And destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough
Your whole
home
Stay for myself because I pay for myself
I can’t trust a sole, that’s why I lay by myself
Swear to god
Suck my dick bitch rollin in da 36
She gon
at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9
I hear 'em crying, "You gon' sell out?" Ya damn right!
I
Eh Chett you good…
Yeah…
Uh...
I am just tryna get by
I wanna try to be fly
She want me but I say bye
See I'm rapping ends
By the Benz
Adrenaline rush, no charlie
Calm myself by smoking bob marley
I'm a chilled out guy...
But I can understand why you would think I'm barmy
I'm tryna be done
guilty, no comment, I guess they guessed it
Couple time bail, no forensics
This a Deezy pendant, I don't need a necklace
We stay protected and connected
Way up yeah I'm on way up
Make it to the top give my everything to stay up
Way up yeah I'm on the way up
Make it to the top give my everything to stay
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin',
right hand
And the blues fell mama's child
Tore me all upside down
Blues fell mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
right hand
And the blues fell mama's child
Tore me all upside down
Blues fell mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
hand
And the blues fell, mama's child
Tore me all upside-down
Blues fell, mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
Just
hand
And the blues fell, mama's child
Tore me all upside-down
Blues fell, mam's child
And it tore me all upside down
Travel on, poor Bob
Just
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Proverbs 3:6, 1 Peter 5:8, Matthew 16:24
Smell the burning powder?
There's danger in the air
A voice from
high, birds flying high
Smoking all day drinking on hard liquor
I stay high, even high in this song nigga
Im on silver haze what is you chiefin?
Im in
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on 1 Peter 3:15, 2 Timothy 4:2
Enough of the sidelines, gotta get in the game
When nothing is ventured, nothing
the backseat, champ
Yeah, I'm in the backseat, still got the seat back
Feet back, stay from where the fake be at
Niggas snitch for the shine, where
the backseat, champ
Yeah, I'm in the backseat, still got the seat back
Feet back, stay from where the fake be at
Niggas snitch for the shine, where
Bob Gibson
I started on a journey about a year ago to a little town called Morrow in the State of Ohio.
I've never been much of a traveler, and I
on a page
Just be writting the verse But the track never lays
I blame it all on the curse Till I pass by the graves
& to make the shit worse pictured what I
down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
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