front But I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the blunt Amateur of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field Spilling the weed plant fucking
my gat, and load up the steel And if you wanna get drastic I'll pull out my blasted glock, automatic Synthetic material, bury your blocks-n-mortar Headin' down to da Mexican border
Babe Ruth, up on the Mezzanine Brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo It's all about the money, son, now that's the only reason We came south of the border
won't surrender Only thang I'm givin' up is hollow points and middle fingers (fuck y'all!) Whoever set this shit the fuck up, done got us fucked up Runnin
I got rocks on my neck the size of bottle tops And got Glocks intellectual rob behind cops On broke days we used to put water in our cereal Now we crossing borders
boost We can fly over the border "Let's go" [WOOSH!] So we're off to Toronto and we're gainin' speed [BOOSH!] (What was that? Oh) Jermaine Dupri Fuck
you feel me Everything glittering ain't what you think it will be Funny how money changed, The whips make me feel free I'm starring in this bitch and yeah I write the show Fuck
cousins, country cousins Like blood that's thicker than water, down dirty 'cross the border I got cousins, country cousins Like blood that's thicker than water, down dirty 'cross the border
"you bitch ass nigga, I am P-A, who the fuck is you nigga? Know what I'm sayin? Everybody know I rep for Port Arthur, Texas to the fullest Who the fuck
like I was felt like I was fallin from a plane, no rip cord Now I'm back and I got nothin to lose Mad Child, I tear it up in the booth Fuck material objects
stay hard never softening up And we rockin it rough Tough til my pockets are stuffed Love hip hop and clockin the bucks how can I get enough This shits ridiculous I say fuck
you drive a rental van Smokin' weed in coffee shops, stripper sucked for dough Talk to me about the border I'm like fuck you bro. [Chorus: Iriscience
presented a problem When I understood, they said, "Let him go" I woke up, though we descended to London, Heathrow And now with a past, fuckin' with border
Number 2 pencils My credentials blow on instrumentals I write an anthem throw a tantrum and remain handsome Mysterious vibes, like I was the phantom Erupt abruptly, then conduct amaze You're fucked
border Six shot caught her? I hear niggas say my face is screwed But I'll put six in your stomach nigga lace your food Scream fuck every rapper that