The boy will get his revenge you know his Father's dead
Shit ain't kool aid, who blade got the sharpest edge ?
Walking back to the village
Holding the monsters head
Back full of acrylic
Once she uncross her legs
Falling off the bed shaking
Like she off her meds
She bend over like somebody told her Simon says
But it ain't over ain't no fat ho singing opera yet
Real soprano
Shawty pop the Molly wanna feel my flannel.
Ben just pulled the shotty out the ceiling panel
Got her open like a broken handle,
Lonely vandal
But my ho look like Naomi Campbell
Bucket low
In my bungalow
We reenact the love below
Living the American dream
On a Dusty Rhode
Loaded up a fronto leaf
For the frontal lobe
She tried to breathe it in deep
She almost f*cking choked
Cowabunga bro
If u ain't tryna eat what all the hunger for
Cocaine seats engine running like a bloody nose
Cold blooded bitch ya know we never love these hoes
Where the f*ck did summer go?
High speed
Feels like Last week was just a blunt ago
Roaming like buffalos
God opened a window so now we shutting doors
They scared of blanco
The concept is foreign I'm the americano
Wide awake like Terrance Howard to aristotle
Pain measured by the straight lines on the syrup bottle
Gone today I hope I'm here tomorrow
Gone today i hope I'm here tomorrow
Gone today I hope I'm here tomorrow
Gone today I hope I'm -
Running up in the palace with Palestinians
Burning the shit to the ground like Branch davidian
Burn a new bridge while I'm at it
Standin on bitterness
Half Filipino Half Guinea guess I'm a Guinea Pig
Fat pockets for a skinny kid
This world is ugly i just pop up with a pretty bitch
On that loud noise
Out west like cowboys and Indians
Now Check Check out my lineage
Heart stopper like bronny dad
Break out the body bag
Cardiac flow
Pour out some cognac
There ain't to turning back
I just popped a triple stack
Been f*cking dimes since I
Was buyin nickel bags
But we don't live in the past