Waitin' for Nick to take my motherfuckin' vocals down Learn to respect a God damn king! If you are too - $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow Yeah, yeah, yeah Ha, ha, ha Ooh-ooh Leave 'em all burning triple six degrees (yeah, yeah) Heard they started hating, wanna murder thee (murder thee) Yung Christ turned to Satan, bless the devilish (yeah) Nowadays, I get my joy from fucking chasing death (yeah, yeah) Momma raised a savage, knew I wasn't average (I wasn't-) Pops seen me coming up He knew I had the package (knew I had the package) Let the 40 kick, drum roll with the sticks (pum-pum) Hands will fuck your jaw, know who you fucking with (whoa, whoa) Get that copper popping chopper, Dalai Lama (Dalai Lama) Feel like Silkk the Shocker, I'm a fucking problem (fucking problem) Streets call me doctor, screw 'em then I chop 'em (kyoom, kyoom) Two cups, bottle filled with drugs, liver on the rotten (ha, ha, ha) Ruger, chopper, Draco, cult around me Waco, yah (wah) Violence getting louder, projects getting wilder, yeah (wah) When I'm off a Xan', I'm quick to shoot the thang (thang, thang) Ain't a clock to see, ain't no time for a game (game, game) Fuck 'em all, shoot 'em, leave 'em in the yard (rah, rah) Got a bunch of youngins around me, take the charge (what, what) Fuck 'em all, shoot 'em, leave 'em in the yard (yeah, yeah) Got a bunch of youngins around me, take the charge, ay (yeah, yeah) Yeah, we all the same but we separated by commas (beep) Yeah, we all the same until we all destroyed by comets (hahahaha) Alien invasion, better run home to your mama (better run) Ruby ain't the problem solver (better run) I'm the cause of all your problems Bitch, I'm in Nevada, A-51s, I got 'em Snorting blue sand with my cosmic ensemble I don't give a fuck if they're pressed, I still bought 'em (yeah) Falling down like autumn, call him Duck Boy, watch him waddle Full throttle when I empty out the bottle (out the bottle) When I empty out this clip that's full of fucking hollows (full of hollows) You'll be lying horizontal, looking like a model (ew) Scope is never toggled, I was aiming for your nostril Now I'm aiming at your bitch's tonsil, I'm the queen of drama (yup) Fucking up your life? Yeah, all you gotta do is holler (holler) You wanna talk drip? Catch me in the fuckin' sauna (sauna) Spent a couple dollars just to make a couple dollars All these bitches say my name as if it's something like the gospel (Ruby) All these hoes apostles looking like they wanna gobble (blegh) Looking at me crazy like they all been wearing goggles (fuck you lookin' at?) Po' me up a fo', I'm looking like a fucking waffle, feeling fucking awful

He's hanging out the window on every Sunday drive He's front door standing guard, barking as the cars go by He's always glad to see me, and sad to see me go He's the closest thing to pure love that I've ever known And that's why all dogs go to Heaven To spend forever running wild and free, off the leash I know he'll probably go before me Oh, and that's the day I'm dreadin' But he'll be waiting on me at the gates 'Cause all dogs go to Heaven If you spell God backwards, you'll get man's best friend And when this life is over, man, that ain't gonna end And you won't find it in the Bible, but I know it's true If up there in the sky, there's a place for me and you Then all dogs go to Heaven To spend forever running wild and free, off the leash I know he'll probably go before me Oh, and that's the day I'm dreadin' But he'll be waiting on me at the gates 'Cause all dogs go to Heaven hmm There'll be bones for chewin', sticks for chasin' And never-ending fields to play in Because all dogs go to Heaven To spend forever running wild and free, off the leash I know he'll probably go before me Oh, and that's the day I'm dreadin' But he'll be waiting on me at the gates Yeah, just like we ain't never missed a day 'Cause all dogs go to Heaven All dogs go to Heaven

Everybody knows the devil went down to Florida And everybody goes "Roll Tide" up in Georgia John Deere's are blue and the bluegrass ain't green John Cash ain't cool and George Strait ain't king And boots ain't made for Cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks And Fall ain't made for football and droppin' eight-point bucks Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help And I don't miss you baby and all dogs go to hell Everybody knows, girl, you're the one to blame I ain't gotta say I'm sorry 'cause I wouldn't change a thing Me and the boys are on the way to celebrate and paint this town I ain't halfway across it, ain't halfway to your house And boots ain't made for Cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks And Fall ain't made for football and droppin' eight-point bucks Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help And I don't miss you baby and all dogs go to hell Oh, oh, oh, oh And all dogs go to hell Oh, oh, oh, oh I swear I ain't on your front porch Ain't knocking on your front door Ain't hat in hand, don't give a damn And I, I don't love you anymore And boots ain't made for Cowboys and Chevy don't make trucks And Fall ain't made for football and dropping eight-point bucks Lynchburg ain't shippin' and sippin' a cold beer don't help And I don't miss you baby No, I don't miss you baby at all Right And all dogs go to hell Oh, oh, oh, oh All dogs go to hell Oh, oh, oh, oh All dogs go to hell Oh, oh, oh, oh Hey, all dogs go to hell Oh, oh, oh, oh

Never say, never say what you can't do Never let nobody tell you what you can't do Yay, I say yay Say yeaaaah Don't let nobody tell you that it ain't you Chase your dreams, my baby Don't let anybody stop your dreamin' No matter how hard it's seemin' Keep grindin', I know you got a reason Don't be scared to express yourself Go and tell all your daughters you ain't leavin' Tell 'em that you're here to stay Me and all my niggas, we gon' make it Fuck anybody who hate it Game face on but we ain't playin' Aye we just gettin' to the money, the money Aye we just gettin' to the money, money Aye we just gettin' to the money, money Aye we just gettin' to the money, money Me and all my niggas, we gon' make it Me and all my niggas, we gon' make it Me and all my niggas, we gon' make it Aye cause gettin' to the money, money Aye we just gettin' to the money, the money

I don't ask no questions I just handle business I don't ask for favors I don't ask for niggas Who the fuck asked you niggas? Look, I don't run from no one Pass me my drink, I'm on one Real killers moving in silence, Act sober Act sober All of these niggas be goofy rats Telling on everything moving I was in Austin and I was feeling real groovy Shoutout my boy Trae he put on for Houston I say, "who want it with me?" Pull up with Benz, got them drummers with me Ready for war like, who coming with me? Got goons who feel like what's the point in living Niggas hoes, so what's the point in trippin' Crack a nigga head like a fortune cookie You had a choice pussy, wet you up like Like moist pussy My young niggas look up to me Get a hand going for a buck fifty No thanksgiving, I ate dinner I ain't missing out on no meals I'm so patient, I'll wait for it Cut a nigga face like seals I'm so trill, I'm so 'bout it My music give me chills, ahh Like damn i'm so little but I'm feeling like Shaquille (O'neal) If I go today, just know today You were in my will (my fam) My best friend and my godson He just like my kid (Tristin) I ain't going back to my old life I'm in this shit forreal (I'm in it, I'm winnin') So if you try to take that from me nigga It's kill or be killed, ahh (wassup?) It's kill or be killed I can't hold back I gotta live life Go and get everything that I desire Why you playin' with stones If you don't like fire What's the point of playin' roles If you ain't gon' own the title I can't hold back I gotta live life Go and get everything that I desire Why you playin' with stones If you don't like fire What's the point of playin' roles If you ain't gon' own the title I can't hold back I gotta live life Go and get everything that I desire Why you playin' with stones If you don't like fire What's the point of playin' roles If you ain't gon' own the title Niggas intentions be bad Look at what they did to them here Look at what they did to my dad Niggas be feelin' themselves I rather feel on myself Than to let you feel on my ass I got the chrome and the stash I'm not no thug, I just know niggas with masks Woah, hahaaa You pussies don't move how I move I ain't into flashing my jewels I ain't never gon' lose Can't be like Tim with that two We got burners and fuel (fuel) We'll do you, & we'll do you, we'll do you Woah, hahaaa We'll do you, aye, we'll do you I can't hold back I gotta live life Go and get everything that I desire Why you playin' with stones If you don't like fire What's the point of playin' roles If you ain't gon' own the title I can't hold back I gotta live life Go and get everything that I desire Why you playin' with stones If you don't like fire What's the point of playin' roles If you ain't gon' own the title I can't hold back I gotta live life Go and get everything that I desire Why you playin' with stones If you don't like fire What's the point of playin' roles If you ain't gon' own the title

You left me time Oooh, ohhh This from me to you Oooh, ohhh Oooh, ohhh I really think that you're hot Let me see what you got, let me see it, let me see it How could we make this make sense? how? how? Without looking really crazy I ain't trying to look like no fool, you know You got a family of your own And you know my situation I wouldn't say it if I ain't mean it wouldn't say, wouldn't say Baby, you're so beautiful to me, you're so beautiful to me And I wonder what it's like I wonder, I wonder I want to take a risk and see And I think you feel the same How you be starin' at me, how you be staring at me I always catch you looking at me every time, I saw you I make love to you all in my head Why does this feel like some love affair? I know what I want when I see it So Imma go, but what I know so be it I ain't trynna cause no drama But I can't help how I feel Butterflies in my stomach Every time that I see you Oooh, ohhh Oooh, ohhh Every time that I see you Meet me in the lobby, can you meet me downstairs in the lobby, I knock on your door In your gym clothes So nobody knows I said "can't nobody stop us, can't nobody stop us" Not, I stand my ground ten toes, I hold it down for you The way you make me feel Do that thing with your nose. Okay, why you keep doing that? Baby, look I can show you better than I can tell you, I want you, I want you, want you And Imma get you, naw I ain't trynna cause no drama But I can't help how I feel

With all of my might, With all of my might I do this. It's a waste of my time to pursue this. I'm so full of self-indulgence to think that you'd like this song. Jot it down and I stuck it in the basement, Underneath the living room floor. For some reason I don't think I'm gonna make it. For some reason I don't think about it anymore. Get so bored with the radio, bored with the video. You've got to make a _______, just to let'em know. ______________________________________________ With all of my might, With all of my might I do this. It's a waste of my time to pursue this. I'm so fucked self-indulgent to think you'd like this song.