Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran Goes around and around I've got two strong arms Blessings of Babylon Time to carry on and try For sins and false alarms So to America the brave Wise men say Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon In the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right But he'll never, never fight over you Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon In the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right But he'll never, never fight over I got plans for us Nights in the scullery And days instead of me I only know what to discuss Oh, for anything but light Wise men fighting over you It's not me you see Pieces of Valentine And just a song of mine To keep from burning history Seasons of gasoline and gold Wise men fold Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon In the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right But he'll never, never fight over you I got time to kill Sly looks in corridors Without a plan of yours A blackbird sings on bluebird hill Thanks to the calling of the wild Wise men's child He'll never, never fight over you No, he'll never, never fight over you

Is that Shoki on the beat? Yuh, aye (bitch) Yuh, aye Run from the cops in my V12, getting head with no seatbelt Ooh, Demi Lovato my bitch, but I'm still out here fucking these females Aye, I got two phones, but I don't text back bitch, hit my e-mail Yuh, chopper with a dick, fuck nigga you a bitch, give your ass like three shells Aye, run from the cops in my V12, getting head with no seatbelt Ooh, Demi Lovato my bitch, but I'm still out here fucking these females Aye, I got two phones, but I don't text back bitch, hit my e-mail Yuh, chopper with a dick, fuck nigga you a bitch, give your ass like three shells Aye, diamonds on a nigga, make me want to take a pic, feel like a self-portrait Yuh, count a lot of money, but it's still not enough, bitch, I'm tryna count more bread Yeah, I fuck that bitch and then fuck on her sister, I went and got more head Aye, I got a car on my neck and my wrist is the price of a moped Yeah, I fuck that bitch from the back, I put my hand on her forehead Aye, that bitch gonna suck on my dick, then I'ma nut on her forehead Yeah, I do not fuck with no cops, no, I do not fuck with no feds Ooh, yeah, bitch I'm the G.O.A.T., uh, at least that's what she said Aye, run from the cops in my V12, getting head with no seatbelt Ooh, Demi Lovato my bitch, but I'm still out here fucking these females Aye, I got two phones, but I don't text back bitch, hit my e-mail Yuh, chopper with a dick, fuck nigga you a bitch, give your ass like three shells Aye, run from the cops in my V12, getting head with no seatbelt Ooh, Demi Lovato my bitch, but I'm still out here fucking these females Aye, I got two phones, but I don't text back bitch, hit my e-mail Yuh, chopper with a dick, fuck nigga you a bitch, give your ass like three shells

D-d-don't you dare, don't do it How the fuck you expect me to act Sold crack in some old Air Max I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo Big stick, it look like a pogo Stick, fifty shots in the dick He got knocked out his fit Knocked out his shoes He got knocked out his kicks Got Dior on my fit, Dior on my shoes These hoes jumpin' dick to dick But you can't even trip You know they gon' choose This is a dirty stick But I still carry it with nothin' to lose I still know a couple niggas that I knew back in school They missin' some screws They'll really run up on niggas For a couple of hundred, a couple of blues So whenever it's drama time Me and all of mine, gon' be uppin' the tools Bitch we TTG Trained to go, ready for war, you ready to lose How the fuck you expect me to act Sold crack in some old Air Max I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo Big stick, it look like a pogo Stick, fifty shots in the dick He got knocked out his fit Knocked out his shoes He got knocked out his kicks Got Dior on my fit, Dior on my shoes How the fuck you expect me to act Sold crack in some old Air Max I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo Big stick, it look like a pogo Stick, fifty shots in the dick He got knocked out his fit Knocked out his shoes He got knocked out his kicks Got Dior on my fit, Dior on my shoes How the fuck you expect me to act Sold crack in some old Air Max I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo Big stick, it look like a pogo Stick, fifty shots in the dick He got knocked out his fit Knocked out his shoes He got knocked out his kicks Got Dior on my fit, Dior on my shoes How the fuck do you expect me to act Sold crack in some old Air Max I tote straps 'cause I'm always solo Big stick, it look like a pogo Stick, fifty shots in the dick He got knocked out his fit Knocked out his shoes He got knocked out his kicks Got Dior on my fit, Dior on my shoes

Bitch, yeah, ayy, bitch, yeah (Bitch), how do you do? (How do you do?) Yeah, came with a .38, Leave with a body or two (Leave with a Body or, might leave with a body or two) Uh, you're too famous to shoot (I'm too famous to shoot?) Alright, let me run down on you, Show what this chopper can do (Show What this chopper can, bam bam bam bam) (Bitch), how do you do? (How do you do?) Yeah, came with a .38, Leave with a body or two (Leave with a Body or, might leave with a body or two) Uh, you're too famous to shoot (I'm too famous to shoot?) Alright, let me run down on you, Show what this chopper can do (Show What this chopper can, bam bam bam bam) Red rags, Moncler, bad bitch, nice head Glock at your top, aim it at your head Let a nigga talk shit, I don't even care It's too easy, but at first Smack the bitch with the hand, never a player Put ten big blunts in the atmosphere And it better be a bitch with some ass in here Yeah, catch my breath Smokin' very loud gas make me deaf, yeah (Very loud gas make me deaf) Nigga say it with your chest (With your chest) Hit him in his shit, gave him a right and a left (A right and a left) We can go to war, grab my pipe and my vest (My pipe and my vest) Me going broke is like a dyke in a Dress (Is like a dyke in a dress, never) How do you do? (How do you do?) Yeah, came with a .38, Leave with a body or two (Leave with a Body or, might leave with a body or two) Uh, you're too famous to shoot (I'm too famous to shoot?) Alright, let me run down on you, Show what this chopper can do (Show What this chopper can, bam bam bam bam) (Bitch), how do you do? (How do you do?) Yeah, came with a .38, Leave with a body or two (Leave with a Body or, might leave with a body or two) Uh, you're too famous to shoot (I'm too famous to shoot?) Alright, let me run down on you, Show what this chopper can do (Show What this chopper can, bam bam bam bam)

I roll my weed up on her buttocks (-tocks) Cotton candy Faygo, my favorite soda Pop out in Diego, with Sandy no Spongebob (bob) More ammo than gun shop (shop) I'm not a crip, I'm a permanent blood clot I'm always lit, my eyes permanent bloodshot (bloodshot) Glued the Glock to my hip, this a permanent glick (glick) Permanently gotta piss with a stick (stick) I roll my weed up on her buttocks (-tocks) Cotton candy Faygo, my favourite soda Pop out in Diego (yeah), with Sandy no Spongebob (bob) More ammo than gun shop (shop) I'm not a crip, I'm a permanent blood clot (blood clot) I'm always lit, my eyes permanent bloodshot (bloodshot) Glued the Glock to my hip, this a permanent glick (glick) Permanently gotta piss with a stick (stick) Hustlin' flow be the rapper like Skinny Black Black hoes tryna ride like a piggyback Got a XD but it's not the one Disney at Try me, send 'em where 2Pac and Biggie at I'm Hall of Fame, I'm where 2Pac and Biggie at Calabasas, I'm livin' where Diddy at Pull my dick out bust a nut where her titty at Pull my stick out, bust a slug where his kidney at I like to bone so I keep me a Jimmy at Footlong, like where John and Jimmy at Put the hood on like Trayvon Martin (Martin) Phone home, E.T like martian Can't control me when I spark shit Might take two spots up when I'm parkin' And convertible whips I get fidgety Can't let 'em do me like John F. Kennedy I roll my weed up on her buttocks (-tocks) Cotton candy Faygo, my favourite soda Pop out in Diego, with Sandy no Spongebob (bob) More ammo than gun shop (shop) I'm not a crip, I'm a permanent blood clot I'm always lit, my eyes permanent bloodshot (bloodshot) Glued the Glock to my hip, this a permanent glick (glick) Permanently gotta piss with a stick (stick) I roll my weed up on her buttocks (-tocks) Cotton candy Faygo, my favourite soda Pop out in Diego (Yeah), with Sandy no Spongebob (bob) More ammo than gun shop (shop) I'm not a crip, I'm a permanent blood clot (blood clot) I'm always lit, my eyes permanent bloodshot (bloodshot) Glued the Glock to my hip, this a permanent glick (glick) Permanently gotta piss with a stick (stick)

Cru-cru-cruisin' down the street with a freak Choppa on the seat (seat) AK with a beam, let it eat (grrah) Bust it on repeat (tah, tah, tah) Nigga talkin' talk, but he sweet (yuh) Had to up my heat (heat) I just wanna bust down my neck VVS on my teeth Pull up on a nigga with a scope, make him shake hard 97 bullets left in this AR (tah, tah) Jumpman, Jumpman, 23, play hard Sweet ass nigga, you belong in the gay bar I took your bitch and I fucked her face hard Niggas talkin' talk, we pull up to your boulevard We fifty deep and we brought like ten cars Guns on deck and we don't got gun cards Cru-cru-cruisin' down the street with a freak Choppa on the seat (seat) AK with a beam, let it eat (grrah) Bust it on repeat (tah, tah, tah) Nigga talkin' talk, but he sweet (yuh) Had to up my heat (heat) I just wanna bust down my neck VVS on my teeth Ayy, ayy, diamond my teeth, no bust down I was down bad, now too busy to give a fuck now Nigga, fuck around and get gunned down She ain't wanna fuck, same bitch wanna fuck now Bitches wanna take me out to lunch now She gon' give me top 'cause she know a nigga up now Nigga runnin' up, get run down Bitch, I'm in the field, no touchdown (woo) Cru-cruisin' down the street with a freak Choppa on the seat (seat) AK with a beam, let it eat (grrah) Bust it on repeat (tah, tah, tah) Nigga talkin' talk, but he sweet (yuh) Had to up my heat (heat) I just wanna bust down my neck VVS on my teeth Grrah Tah-tah-tah