Lyrics:
me to take you to school,
Teach the A,B,C's of hip hop to untalented fools,
Before autotune you needed to move,
The crowd with your voice like a sonic
You can't be sayin' that shit
What the fuck's wrong with you?
(Ah, my bad, my bad)
Whatchu mean by that? (Huh?) I'm curious
Nut in your girl real fast,
the slums then you the trillest
Running with ya' day ones, yeah, you the realest
Uh, I know you hear me but you gotta feel me
A young nigga tryin' make
way to Austin, Texas
Headed right from California
For that South By South West
Twenty hour drive without rest
No down time, no sound check
But that
Cruisers)
Dedicated to the 5's, 850i's (can it be that it was all so simple then?)
(Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys)
Dedicated to the Lexus
the fifth, I’m bad like the sith, mfs be testing me like I’m not with the shits,
I stay with the hits, equipping the drip, don’t own any kits but i can still
on the next day. (Every single day I'm tryin'!)
It just makes me tired, an’ I’m terrified. (Just wanna feel alive!)
Is this what being Normal looks like? (Day
I’m Austin powers
Tryin steal a nigga talent just like they the
Monstars
Woah
Woah
Woah
You can’t have my bitch
Like the bro code
Yea she 2 below
Damn
There's a light on yonder mountain
And it's callin' me to shine
There's a girl over by the water fountain
And she's askin' to be mine
And Jesus
Yea I loved you but won't do it again
Tried to play me like I was a lil kid
Fifty ball connected to a F&N
All of you n***** be talkin yea tappin' yo
blue or red
But cross the wrong brothers, and end up dead
You catch a body full of bullets, and get blasted
Tryin' to be a gangsta but you just ain't
a Champagne town
Are you tryin' not to miss me
Like I'm tryin' not to miss you now?
Blamin' you by two and me by three
It's plain to see, all I'll ever be
want me there)
I still find myself in places
Where I ain't supposed to be (Ain't supposed to be)
Not just the Chesapeake
Deep waters I be lost at sea (I
Uh! One time tell me where ya from!
Uh! Two times tell me where ya from!
Uh! Three times tell me where ya from!
Uh! Four times tell me where ya from!
This is where the young folks are born
And the old people die
We're just tryin' to get by
Tell 'em meet me at the crossroads
This is the good
in Austin
But it followed me back home
Now you lookin' at a man with a brand new plan
Girl, I gotta get you gone
I'm takin' your memory
been to San Antone
But the worst by far than I've ever been was when I've been alone
Tomorrow night I'm in Austin I've got some old friends there
Cause
cross that line and keep that drum
Shit, you grew up in the trenches, well, I grew up in the slum
I be tryin' to make it, I be tryin' to make it
I be
Aye
Dont come to me for money
Got my bands up
Hands up
Dont be tryin nothin funny
Fucking ran up
Stand up
Bitch ass looking so bummy
Pull the glocks
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
did not)
You the same one rockin' your home girl's gear
(Oh no boo, this was mine)
In fact, why you tryin' to hate on me?
Cuz we both frontin',
a real bitch by the way she hold me
I love my TRU niggas like I love money
if you fuck with no limit you never find nothin' funny
and I take it
of y'all be killin me
Thinkin' you got powers like Austin
But you're more like Mini-Me
And when you finally get your blood flowin'
It be lookin' like
alignment
Without us even tryin
Grateful for all the time spent
Till it got complicated
You radiate angelic form and harmony
Brought me to a state
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