(Produced By RWDKL TBG)
"And you will know, my name is the Lord!"
(Verse 1)
Why rhyme?
I can get a hundred pounds before the tracks over/
Pop so much goat horn, have a bad shoulder/
Its been a minute since the last time that i was sober/
Getting high in Checko's trailer, smell the weed odor/
Pa**ing time like my pops we the same person/
Young bad motherf**er drunk drive cursing/
So i guess you can say Im a little worse/
At least i could afford to get my side b**h mom a purse/
In the studio/
Hella throwed/
Watch the meter overload/
Freestyle over Dres Next Episode/
Smoking dope/
Ride til the truck explode/
Or til i overdose/
Put the beat in a comatose/
Go!
Sicarios get the word, duck/
b**hes wanna screw cause they see my truck/
Rosarios gleam when we hit up the club/
And she only know my stage name, but shes down to...
When my homie largo died
We raised hell in Aleman/
Cross that river its worse than the tali bans/
Cold blooded k**ers say Don Ps the man/
Gold AK-14, Mexican Saddam/
Smoking on that Michuacana brick weed
And its fresh up out the river/
River beaner, f**ed up liver/
Man i love that liquor/
Last name, siller/
Feds know the background/
Used to f** with some sloppy pushers/
So im sure theyre on my a** now/
f** it man, im down with that now/
Musics where its at now/
Pipe line a cash cow/
These b**hes catch that pipeline syndrome/
So they with their a** out/
f** them til they tap out/
Roll a blunt then pa** out/
Homie do the math now/
Tell me whos winning?/
b**h its Country Gudda hands down/
So whats the plan now?/
Hustle, never cash out/
Taught to never back down/
My pride is all i have now