Lyrics:
S this different man, this yo?
You could of have the Range Rover,
The Mercedes and all that
When I come through,
Sitting that low candy thing
same old story
Took by the same old fourty
Twenty forty years
Same old shawty that you knew from the East
On 91st with Cory
Starting to feel like this
the hourglass has no more sand
Talk about love, I am no poor man
On the global campaign in my old tour van
I'm going in a new direction
It's like Goosebumps
keep goin' (yeah)
'Cause we tryin' to do all this
We tryin' to make a business outta this, man
We ain't tryin' to-
Know what I'm sayin'?
Riding tractors, I'm in the crops-rops-rops-rops
Life's a disaster, farms all I got-ot-ot-ot
I'm drinking whiskey, riding horses, this is sad-sad
they'd say, But I still love your spirit bro!
The dopest rapper was a man you may have never known
And this muthafuckah may live inside your home
But if u
Crankin george straight to 11
It ain't much but if you ask me
Ya it's my little piece hick heaven
Frogs croakin' by the barbed wire fence no trespass sign
southerners want you to just go back to your country
But I'll tell you this right now, you should just shut up you fucking honkey
Who else is gonna cut our
back to the old school?
Vinyl that bitch fuck a Pro Tools
Man I been moved on she is old news
Reminiscing still thinking bout' my old crew
Man can we
bust like TNT
My doe eyes up like Bambi
Got exposé like "TMZ"
These rich ass men wanna feel on me
These fat ass man wanna see all me
I ain't playing no
bandits
Guarantee I'll be the last man standing
I'll turn this river bank into dead man's landing
Sunset as I cross a divide
I make a campfire under stars
Who's influenced by the narrative?
Be out on the watch
Tryna be spotless
Gotta know that a remnant got this
Had to stop living on the edge uh huh
I be
weepin' in the corner
Cold again, it snowed again
Old man waitin' by the corner
Waitin' on winter again
He needs help
He needs help
He needs Heaven
before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
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For fucks sake where are we in all this?
We're
dirty money clean money get
Some money yakhamsayin
Bitch - young money cash money
Old money whatever mna this ya boy man
I could talk a whole lotta shit
Bill Thaxton was an ex-ranger
One of the bravest by far
It's said that old Bill was the fastest man ever
To pin on a ranger's star
Stories about him
And there we were, screamin', "Black Lives Matter" in the crowd
By the Old Man River, and I saw you saw who I am
God, I wish I was with my father
He could
me to a beet
I heard this lil' nigga bang, thought I got up on his ass Bitch, really catch a nigga bluffs, man, you lil' nigga sweet
While you was out
"That's a whole nug bro!"
Your mums got cancer
Put that bitch in the back of a tractor
(She gon' die)
She's a gonner
Fuck that bitch call it organ
I'm a boss, and that's some old news
Slavin' for this dollar shower power for my whole crew
Goin Jack Bauer for an hour for my old school
I'm
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop 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
rattling old bones"
This highway is long but I know some that are longer
By sunup tomorrow I guess I'll be home
Through the hills of Kentucky 'cross
should reverse
It’s levels to this
You can’t rehearse
Seeing that it’s First Take
Ima speak first
Let’s be honest
That Mamba
A bad man
Hand down man down
the bag with the coins
Call me tomorrow, come over here
See if we can figure this out
There in an eye winking curiously
By the campground, the bedside
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