They hoping I ain't really gon' say nothin' They wonder right now what my plans are Can't catch me, I got thirty cars Armed house like the Prezzie uses my yard They hoping I ain't really gon' say nothin' Cost a arm and a leg to get a leg up Can't burn me, I got dirty bars Armed house like the Prezzie uses my yard
Sitting in my driveway that still ain't paved For the million dollars worth of cars from the songs I made Staring straight into the sun in a sun-baked daze My face burning and peeling just because I spit flames And lately I been in nothing but an abundance of rage A roid-raging animal 'bout to break out of a small cage And I'm feeling anger levels that I've never experienced And lyrics have been nothing but bombs and the atmospherics fear it One motherfucking click like I don't wanna hear it While the angry me inside is yelling, jumping, and cheering I wanna drive drop-tops and knock them old school cars I mean spontaneously combust into a Super Sport Nova star
They hoping I ain't really gon' say nothin' They wonder right now what my plans are Can't catch me, I got thirty cars Armed house like the Prezzie uses my yard They hoping I ain't really gon' say nothin' Cost a arm and a leg to get a leg up Can't burn me, I got dirty bars Armed house like the Prezzie uses my yard
Puffing weed by the pool makes me feel good With Elvis on the vinyl, sipping whiskey in the Steel Woods Getting stoned makes me think right Slows it down so the blur of being famous still meets the eye Night riding takes me back To nights where the world didn't know me, that's facts That's why I take the Shelby Cobra on these small town backs Road to the riches on a Tennessee map Like who you know from the countryside Hitting high speeds in a junk ride With a huge name and a small circle Without Ford emblems being on the side?
They hoping I ain't really gon' say nothin' They wonder right now what my plans are Can't catch me, I got thirty cars Armed house like the Prezzie uses my yard They hoping I ain't really gon' say nothin' Cost a arm and a leg to get a leg up Can't burn me, I got dirty bars Armed house like the Prezzie uses my yard
I want all the smoke, why? 'Cause I never choke I got a gas mask and cope with being blind the way I want The first of my kind, I know, you shoulda seen my first show Looked like a hip-hop club was about to host a rodeo Then I delivered the horses and now my motor is broken And I'm dumping more gas in my engine knowing that it will blow up Pedal to the metal like a Twisted Metal fella in a ice cream truck With the clown character blazing all the missiles My attitude is purged, my Lambo is green I used to be nice, now I wanna be mean My heart turned to stone, my mind is a weapon Fucking with a crazy person you gon' feel the repercussion That's Church
They hoping I ain't really gon' say nothin' They wonder right now what my plans are Can't catch me, I got thirty cars Armed house like the Prezzie uses my yard They hoping I ain't really gon' say nothin' Cost a arm and a leg to get a leg up Can't burn me, I got dirty bars Armed house like the Prezzie uses my yardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
