Bison

Lyrics

[Intro] Dougie on the beat [Chorus] With the world on his shoulders, feel he sold his soul out And the world get colder, daughters get older Tell lil' bro slid like oil, bullets got closer And this shit ain't for you, this shit for the soldiers Pack like a holster, racks like I'm holding My life on the road real, might see a bison Send hits like Tyson, feds send the mice in Tell 'em turn the mic in We turn the streets up, make that back seater Vetements, two pieces, that's a 'Vette two seater Don't insist to get in, in the game, no bleachers I'ma press the issue, if he snitch, he disowned [Verse 1] Right is right, wrong wrong is wrong Sometimes you on your own own Sometimes you do wrong wrong Sometimes you ain't long long Sometimes you got my heart, don't even know Sometimes I know you right even if you wrong [Chorus] With the world on his shoulders, feel he sold his soul out And the world get colder, daughters get older Tell lil' bro slid like oil, bullets got closer And this shit ain't for you, this shit for the soldiers Pack like a holster, racks like I'm holding My life on the road real, might see a bison Send hits like Tyson, feds send the mice in Tell 'em turn the mic in We turn the streets up, make that back seater Vetements, two pieces, that's a 'Vette two seater [Verse 2] Yeah, on the yard with your jail legs Wanna see you, hear nothing Wanna feel your heartbeat I know your heart filled with love You could kill with that nigga That don't mean they love you Strong, stay strong Stay strong, stay strong You ain't got long, not at all Just hold your arm, I'm coming home [Chorus] With the world on his shoulders, feel he sold his soul out And the world get colder, daughters get older Tell lil' bro slid like oil, bullets got closer And this shit ain't for you, this shit for the soldiers Pack like a holster, racks like I'm holding My life on the road real, might see a bison Send hits like Tyson, feds send the mice in Tell 'em turn the mic in We turn the streets up, make that back seater Vetements, two pieces, that's a 'Vette two seater Don't insist to get in, in the game, no bleachers I'ma press the issue, if he snitch, he disowned [Outro] Dougie on the beat