Lyrics

Do you got heart like feather? Guts pump ticker tape Talks change weather Talk strange liquor face Bottom dollar for a bottled water Like an Autumn summer to an Outtatowner Who caught a Cecil Otter By the toe-truck with the farmers daughter We old young bucks kick around the darkest fodder Ain't no future in your front seat You might be the Underground King You ain't Bun B You might run things but you don't run we 1 2 3 4 5 Doomtree Emcees Trick please DT love the kids Stick to wings and teeth fuck up biz And get Bizzy Bone Don't get it twisted holmes Family Owned till the interest gone Sell it to the mini-mall Hopping out the kiddy-pool Pop you with the Bop Gun Laughing like a Motherfucker Piffin' on a Large Blunt D-T-R That's what they yellin' Buying the Hell they sellin' me Bellied up to amenities D-T-R That's what we yellin' From the page to the stage From the stage to the bank I got Heart wrapped in leather Guts drip ipecac I talk strange better Talk thick similac What choo lookin' at? Those shoes? Tookem' back Off Rack Blue and Black Talk shit Chew it back Not you. You is that? That's you? Who am I? Thought so. Knew in fact Mictlan yo Do or Die If you was I Superfly If I was you Suicide 195 getting chubby Thinking bout 1995 Damn I'm just an old 82 Young Baby grew up with 2 tongues Out a U-Haul Who the fuck do You All Think that I really am Born Alone Die at Home Equal to Any Man And I've been thinking Man I've been thinking A little a too much I'm just an old '82 young Getting younger By the hour Hunger and a smile Reppin' sleep and a shower D-T-R That's what they yellin' Buying the Hell they sellin' me Bellied up to amenities D-T-R That's what we yellin' From the page to the stage From the stage to the bank