Where my sorrow goes, there I'll be Water runs up through my door And washed me clean of my childhood Dirt on the floor, a reminder Well I can't tell you I'm not at all afraid Crossing that river again on a boat Takes in more than it floats on above And

Even if you don't like me, Got girls wanna be wifey, Is it the chrome up on my wheels, or that bass bin up in my trunk I bet you fall in love with my ride (my ride) my ride Cause they fell in love with my ride (my ride) my ride, ehh I bet you fall in

God and guns Was founded on Keep us strong That's what this country, lord Well we might as well give up and run, If we let 'm take our God and guns! Don't let 'em take Last night I heard this politician

So what, so what We can get sauced up Forever we're young, we'll never get old 'Cause when I get sauced up I be like so what I don't want no problems, I want power I'm drivin', you follow Blame it on drunk love We can explain it all tomorrow

We will be superstars, superstars, you and I Yeah, we run this party Con las manos pa' arriba, dale We will be superstars Because your touch, like poison Is running through my veins I'm on the all electric, siempre, siempre, siento We're like Bonnie and

Now I'm broken See down in my heart I gave it a hunet and one percent all the time Thinking that I Could live out these eh-ep-si-si-isodes No reruns suppose Thought you were my star Thought you were the moon But since you come down here

Mi tek weh yuh virginity Yeah yeah yeah you took my So sing for me Memba di fus fuck Memba di first time pussy hurt up Push in a inch it buck and it stuck Yuh run off a cocky and yuh get up and cut Memba di two drop a blood pon yuh frock

Ten years and runnin', we came up from the basement This what you all been waitin' for, ain't it? Rap game owe me, I been waitin' for the payment All these little rappers come and go, wonder where they went This what you all been waitin' for ain't it?

Scour the house, flip the wig, Shake the tree, Your whereabouts are known Until your whereabouts are known to me Your whereabouts are known to me You with the jaundiced eyes, Drunk on your own reflection Propped up with desks and flags, Eight chairs

Stay in the cut on the Northside Hollowpoints, trigger fingers On my fucking .45 Demons rising out the crypt I snort me a fat line Never gave a fuck Grew up out the mud Pull up, then I pop the trunk Grew up with the fucking robbers Always kept the mask on