Lyrics:
someone step out of line
There's a storm that's a brewing
And no one seems able to keep track of time
Three friends locked in a stasis to keep the demons
niggas from the East side
By 12, I’m on one two just came through
Three of my main dudes four door Gran Coupe
Five bottles in each six models at least
Cause I'm no joke when it comes to a rap tune
Stuff brothers kick I would have flushed in the bathroom
I get looser as a dope track producer
Girls got
fucking
Dope, gushers
Leaning, busting
Treat that bitch like nothing
Pull her tracks when I’m fucking
I don’t need her
Curve her, swerving
In a two door
already set down the raceway
We just need to accept, and say ‘okay’
Then we'll fly up up and away
He’ll be by the door on the gateway
And welcome us up into
out the booth by the back door
And when its all said and done my mans got nothing, not even a fuck he don't give one
Like Jay, what more can I say its
priestly medications with that sound coming
through the wall." Thin walls you understand. The Priest put down his
dropper, cold hall, and knocked on the door
I went three steps backward, but then I came through four
Man's never brought jakes to my mum's door
Man's tryna put P's in my mum's purse
Man's
to the brain
Counting racks up
Taking them pounds, still bussin 'em down
Servin' the city (Servin)
50 rounds on me now, streets get tricky (Blrrd)
3, 4 bands up
Shit man it's like 3 in the morning
Occupied by nothing
The shits boring
Why the fuck is this bitch still calling
Last round down n out
Now I'm
Two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
One two three four
At this point the bar that I'm writing is
Much truer than Tiger is
I done twelve tracks went back signed for it
Got three more songs that I tried
"Get a rusty spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go on and do what you say you can do"
With
pick up the hammer!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go
Lift your legs boy, lift them please
Before you cross them tracks
You gon' end up just like me
Don't be headstrong, don't ever be mean
Before you
the highway
Spinnin' out sideways
Hundred mile an hour, we go
Top-down fast back
Nascar short track
Burnin' rubber down the road
When we talkin' and we
begged them for my life --
God knows, I've been all around this world.
The new railroad is finished, boys, the cars are on the track,
The new railroad
Bought Draco a new bust down
My judge say she happy, I'm on track so I'm not wrong now
Yeah but I'm still reminiscing 'bout my old lady
Sleeping on my
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
collabora-tion
[Chorus:]
Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs
Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood
Because is you down or are you down just
something while I listen to the grape vine
Got a blue pits all by the front door,
East side rip rod and gang banging all I know
Heartbreak hotel hush
gave her my time for two or three nights
Then I put it on pause until the moment was right
I went away for months until our paths crossed again
She
Back to the days where a single deck would amaze
Ooo they calling me on stage
My life's a movie... 3-2-1
They call action
On set surrounded by
the fence
The mold holding it all together, the weight of the wood
The wind blowing in its direction
The rain pouring down the hill was too much for
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