crazy from the clatter in her head, Poor Mary, Mary. All the pieces of Mary go 'round like a wheel of misfortune inside her brain, All the pieces of Mary
If y'all niggas fear me just say y'all fear me Fuck all these fairy tales Go to hell, this is God engineerin' This is a Hail Mary pass, y'all interferin
Down that red dirt road It's where I drank my first beer, it's where I found Jesus Where I wrecked my first car, I tore it all to pieces I learned the
carpet, pain and the hardships of a father identifyin' his child from a photo of the plan, with his brains blown out now. Lets rewind to where it all
Shake that thing baby don't be ashame Untame smokin like Mary Jane, God damn your body is sayin you lil fly den a plane u hotter then da other flame, Gotta piece
rivers overrun, How we'll* rise to the height of our halo. Listen to the tales as we all rationalize Our way into the arms of the savior Feigning all
the rivers overrun How we rise to the height of our halo Listen to the tales as we all rationalize Our way into the arms of the savior Fading all the
the rivers overrun How we rised to the height of our halo Listen to the tales as we all rationalize Our way into the arms of the savior Fading all the
am rich and i am poor/ i feel like I've been on this earth many times before/ Once i was a wide gazelle on horseback riding free. Searching in the darkness for a piece
the projects To million dollar homes Inside the Carter Cookin' 36 zones 36 O's and I break 'em all down In and out of every trap All through the A-town
this here, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers man, Southside Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm saying All my partnas, all
, who was never walked off sets She loved stuffed animals, especially bears Was a role model, like a Cardinal to our peers A patriotic tomboy, like Mary
all night Get hyped get hyped to the groove it goes on We doing it right Ooh ahh you wanna piece of pie (what) The pie to sweat (so) You wanna piece
Hail Mary I ain't chillin til' I'm out parachutin' Race my man in mountain climbin' for about ten diamonds Twenty five thousand a piece Fuck streets
me later" Damn, what went wrong? Can't we all just get along and make hit songs? Bitches all up in my ass like a thong If this was a show, y'all hoes
to all my primos out in Los Oh so far but yet oh so close I got you fiending, I think you need a dose Of that shit that got some of my gente dreaming All
hoe Well Las Vegas Nevada hoe, stripper international Some big old tits and ass an all, she loves all by that grass I grow Her schedule ain't flexible they all