Lyrics:
ready to roll
Battle up hill man and damn it's a slope
Age of the gross, when they said it no joke
Disgusted by folk be doppin' they dote
Hopping
been so damn good
(Said this rap game's been good to me)
Hard times
(But I don't know how long that's gonna be, yeah)
I hope I don't go back
get raped
By they father in a house of horror
Girls so beautiful they could be models daddy on that bottle, he and thinking straight
Momma mad all she
always rock a smile even if I'm called bastard
Now, what, the fuck, you think you're gonna do to me
I'm the type of guy that's not even particularly liked
water that nobody hears
Plenty of fish in the sea
Twenty-nine hundred caught captain
But lose your head if a mermaid
Gets caught up
Eric! Take care
where it's cold
Darkness and teenage desire
Yeah, that's Midwest rock and roll
Yeah, that's Midwest rock and roll
Wanted to see the Black Keys
me i hope my niggas safe
There's no church in the wild but
I know my niggas pray
I spent days in the back, back in the days
That's why the only social
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents,
of my styles you can get with 'em
Still um, will um, your crew come get some so I can kill 'em
Well I roll by myself but don't let it fool ya
If I
you know that it stank
Or what them white niggas saying
You know that it's dank
These niggas don’t know how to rock
But they watching me roll
I can’t
Lined em up at Fort Knox
To die in Iraq
You don't know I rock?
What you under a rock?
Old cats beggin' us to bring that beat back
Each generation
rock out the show
God damn, takin' control, yeah, yeah
We needin' the dough, get to the money, that's all that we know
We takin' it, never look back
a blunt
Then go roll that motherfucker up with me, man (damn, Slime)
Let's rock out
Cutthroat Paradise East where it's real (ugh)
Nigga can't be
the apple tree near the cross that stood right by
In the name of Jesus and rock 'n roll
Those were the days when I's a rollin' stone
He was the son
don't mind
These be the things that
Makes ya blind
Uh pimp or preach
Same thing
Nothin' worse
Than a new black church
Lyin on the truth
Cause
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
and rock & roll
She say, "I know, honey bunny that's a funny thing"
Watch her twerk for a goodfella
She money dance with the money team
She's confident
a church, it's rock 'n roll
If there's a devil, I sold my soul
And it's alright whatever we do tonight
'Cause if there's a God dammit, she won't mind
If
feel like I don’t need you
But I be seeing you on the daily
Wake me up when I don’t have to fucking daydream
Shaken up by the stakes that I be raising
know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until it's over and that's all she wrote
The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie
call you a rat if you snitchin' (woo)
I came from the same damn street as the pimpin'
I'm raised by them junkies, we sleep with them bitches
Young
Put your hands up in this bitch
This is poetry for anybody that ever gets stopped by the pigs
Police In Graves
Cause they're mental death using
drops
It will slap, no Chris Rock
Damn
Running laps around the beat like I'm the man
Fuck around and soon you understand why I'm so in demand
Life ain't
Capture this funakthon loaded by the Mecca Don
Into the red zone, you spot my skull and crossbone alone
To fill the Watergates, slaughter great,
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