Jonathan Christopher Siller - 100 Lbs & Counting lyrics

(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