Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bryan Wade
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Lyrics
Breaking my shackles to get back home to my lonely throne
Another let down of my life will show 'em that I'm still a joke
No need to get on up my nuts cuz gutter still don't give a fuck
If you ain't bout yo money than don't fucking try to bother us
Put it in motion when you do your best ye just do it right
The collective will always stay true even when I die
Look at these hoes that wanna consume me I like to pass 'em by
My girlfriend tries to keep me calm but fuck it I want homicide
The kin folk leave their victims in a state of mind like columbine
A willow tree will be the grave I leave your body wrapped inside
I sacrifice to stay alive I like to use my 45
A faction fight will bore your mind I've done that shit a hundred times
Valley boy soldier and I'm ready for duty, the kin gon think you a lame if you try to bring your shame on to me
What goes up must come down
You've lost your touch if you think I don't have a sound
Some hope us wont come around
A whole lotta floods have been draggin' bodies down
Spraying my rounds
Layin' it down
Praying on doubt
Give me the pound
Smokin' up loud
Shit is profound
I swear I don't know what the fuck you're talkin about
Written by: Bryan Wade