Lyrics:
that Ford Runner, jumpin' out with my steel (QRN)
Blue double-R (uh), I might go and cash out on a brand-new 'Lamb truck
Grippin' my Glock, that TRX,
Like Babylon a nigga can't leave, yeah
C15, 223, extendo, that 4-0
Even though that street life hell gotta make it home to my lil angel that's all I
more
Brand new car maybe give you four
Button start automatic doors
And a house you can call it yours
Wanna live like I'm not afraid
Every night we can
up
Dom-ing everything
Got the Kingdom so large
That you gotta see
How I rule it all
Rule it all for me
With you by my side
'Cause I'm made that way
and a brand new foreign
None of that shit's important
Isn't all about your wallet
Money won't leave but it keeps you wanting yeah
Are you too busy trying
the looking glass reflects the full moon
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand-new tune
And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my
the looking glass reflects the full moon
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand-new tune
And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my
the looking glass reflects the full moon
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand-new tune
And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue
Hey my
rhymes
Cop kind
Stop time
By verse two I wasn't even on the map
'Til all that jazz let all the cats see where I was at
They downloaded all my raps, saw
Imma about to go
Imma bout to go
Journey home
Imma about to go
Imma bout to go
Journey home
Imma about to go
Imma bout to go
Got my mind on the money
a king pin is a thing of the past
They tried to blast me for selling a boulder
Now I got my ass in Minnesota
Got my own crew, it's on brand new
forty cals
At the dice game with brand
New hundreds forty thou'
Stay fly work out, all we eat is Halal
You'll never catch 'em dirty cause all
They keep is
and gouge his fuckin' eyes out
I'm insane by a longshot, hey
Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre
A short nigga with some lonnnnng nuts
Drop you dead
and gouge his fuckin' eyes out
I'm insane by a longshot, hey
Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre
A short nigga with some lonnnnng nuts
Drop you dead
Hondas
(Shine) I'mma spend it 'til it's gone
(Shine) Don't know when I'm coming home
(Shine) Pop X and drank Cris'
(Shine) My life is the shit
years have gone away
Left me here with their bills to pay the fire that once consumed my insides
Is doused by my sunken rain cloud eyes
So god can you
fight
The bill collectors, they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I'm not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
Can't take the train
synapses on fire line by line without getting tired
I'am great
The daily routine wastes my concentration
When does my time begin?
Prechorus 1:
c brand
Grind and Bill
And roll that Dutch
In a brand new whip
That's a manual Clutch
Bitch on my left
Fendi clutch
Talking bout presents
I am the present
Ain't
the Rover (what?)
Thank God I was by Benz (skrrt)
Told my mama to pray I stay in touch with all my friends (Pray for me)
Hundred dollar bills on me now up
don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle
me dad
Brand new Switchy on that Glock and a brand new bag
I just slid down on this block in a brand new Jag
Turn a opp nigga to lunch meat, he a cold
you ain't bustin' fire, holmes, I'm tradin' yo' ass like Jerry Jones (well, damn)
Gone on and run along, run by myself, I come alone (go)
Drop my
and confidence was my last resort
I know, I know He got a plan, I know I'm on Your beams
One set of footsteps, You was carryin' me
When I turned on the news
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