Letras
You boys flows
Make me turn to Van Gogh
Cut my ears off
It be a starry night
Once I post up
On this one
Those impressionist flows
Could never go toe to
T-O-E
With G-O
D to the R U
kidding me?
Ask around
I'm really everything that they doubt
Lockjaw Morant
Thinking that you fine In the south
You Get ran down
Stomped out
Crazy
Tailor made beats
Only laced by SCORSESE
Demons tryna stop me
But them fuckers couldn't phase me
And Music industry got me doing 180
on the freeway
Still ain't no leeway
It's still
Long love the villain
Fuck em we gon
Make 'em pay whatever we say
So Fuck your tolls
Ima never slow my roll
Ima roll this dice
Roll my weed and laugh as I blow
My credit score went cold
Down 40 below
But my street cred up
With the coldest of flows
That's the price of 16's
When you're chasing these dreams
It's Still in the 700's
If you know what I mean
This that 300, Spartacus flow
I'm the chief blowing keef
You lil Indians
Ain't patty mahomes
Cuz
Everybody wants to rule the world
Nobody got a plan
Execute, you'll be executed
Tryna take a stand
Left my boat on the shore
Footprints on the sand
Never spelling SOS
Ima get it how I can
Cuz I Don't talk about it
Homie I'm all about it
I'm from the south
Master pieces
Homie, bout it bout it
Here I am
In my tin can
Far above the moon