Lyrics:
Yeah, Yeah, Uh!
Not one to jump the gun just for fun
But we livin' in the era where the people on the run
From the young to the old, we live by
(Oh yeah)
(Sometimes you gotta take 'em down a back road)
(Get country baby, woo)
(Ah yeah, boys)
(What's up Jimmie?)
(You got a chill one
pigs po-po
I got to go on the ave see my parole by fo'
But I gotta steady freak these boys like JoJo
And I was doing it, til I met Ike, Spike,
pigs po-po
I got to go on the ave see my parole by fo'
But I gotta steady freak these boys like JoJo
And I was doing it, til I met Ike, Spike,
style
That's gonna limit your success
Tell us what you think about that
I'm an H-town nigga
So FUCK y'all niggas
Got a fo'-fo' thatta buck y'all niggas
I know you gonna dig this
Fly girls and booze each and every night
Crowd rocking rhymes, boy, that's alright
Treated like a star as you can see
But
gon' get it, I'm so terrific
That's the way I'm livin'
That's the way I'm buildin'
Always be gettin' it, Patek this issue
Flooded my wrist, you ain't
yo eyes you a pussy I can tell
Your boy talking shit that didn’t go well
You say he in heaven I pray he in hell
My phone ringing off like bell
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
never heard of ya
Momma's boy from West Suburbia
You don't belong 'round here so what you doing
Keep persuin my crew and get ruined, screw 'em
B-boy two step is what it take to get me in that mind state
So I annihilate on the mic and the floor
Ev known to lay waste to those who dare come before
don't, I don't really get that
Be tryna show love in private 'cause
They done told people they don't fuck with you in public and shit
Man, that shit be
Being through hell no folktale tell them the boy can't fold
Wait back
Don't fuck with the gang you going to hate that
King of the jungle tell them we
boy
I'm getting that cheese
I'mma be the last one down
The first one on the block
And the last to leave
Gonna get that, gotta go get that money
Gonna
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up tough
You notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop
you been feeling
Make sure not to aim for his spleen when you kill em
Make sure that he never gets the best of me cause Ima real one
I can't give up not
me
Where the sun don't shine
I'm a leave one of you heathens barely breathing
If you try to take mine (No taking mine)
I get out there and get it, Come
-Rappin 4 Tay-
I am the rapper that they call 4 tay
I'm gon tell you like my homie Short Dogg would say
Hoes in the world, trying to play it sweet
Knowing
they still jack it but i let em have it
Tell the young boys carve ya own lane too
I don't give em no advice past that though
I aint no J Cole rapper fuck
want one don't you
'Cause your life without must suck
And that's because
That's a pick em up truck
A fuckin' pick em up truck
Two seats in the back
get murked by whoever
Just because we workin' don't mean
That we working together
Yo! Trump faced Baphomet mask of death
Blood stained pump sprays
how to get through that
And if my sport taught me anything
Is to have a chip on my shoulder
I'm Badder Than You
Badder Than You
I'm better
I'm Colder
something within my spirits
Saying that you probably ain't get em
Now I'm speeding on the highway my intuition
It quivers til my my phone ringing again
Maybe I'm projecting, I'll tell you what I don't see
I'm looking for a friend where there used to be the old me, oh
(And I get so high)
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