CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Caravan*
You could tell a n***a like me ain’t never had sh*t
RIP I miss my dogs like Mike Vick
Zombies and at midnight fall them bars sick
Gon' fall victim to a gun brawl started over some b*t*hes
n***as trippin they takin’ whatevers givin’
The irony when a n***a starvin’ gotta grip a pigskin
Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out ya kitchen
If ya witness it then [?] spill the grits, spill the kid
f**k a crack catch, kill him, who tryna take the hit
First take, go to first base, Stephen A. Smith Wes
On the hip, talkin’ sh*t like Skip
Or Shannon Sharpe shootin’ off the top of the cliff
I gotta bring it to you cowards then its gonna bе sick
Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still tick
Zonе 6, five fingers with the [?] bust her lip
Feel the pressure like a bus pipe drip
Blood red, rum sippin’ they ain't cut like this
Mama said
I ain’t got cheeseburger money make a sandwich
Why you bein’ bad
Bad kids in the caravan
You can tell a n***a like me, ain’t met a n***a like me
Metaphysical things seen and dream what you believe
You bleed, I bleed, then draw blood
Im a f**king artist, Artest with the gun
I can give my world peace, give your world ether
Big d**k or grief, I can give your girl either
She could be the, could be the collapse of the kingdom
But Kings gotta peep the [?], word to Caesar
Remind me to keep receipts, y’all sh*t weak
And I’m sorry that your bullsh*t leaked
See the volume it speaks to your broke speakers
n***as breakin’ they back tryna promote some sh*t that ain’t even dope
They ask for my coat when I walk through the door
God flow, I don’t walk on the floor
God knows yall hoes, yall shows ain’t packing the door
Crackin’ the floor, I don’t need no n***as rappin no more
RIP I miss my dogs like Mike Vick
Zombies and at midnight fall them bars sick
Gon' fall victim to a gun brawl started over some b*t*hes
n***as trippin they takin’ whatevers givin’
The irony when a n***a starvin’ gotta grip a pigskin
Jump the fence, empty all the dishes out ya kitchen
If ya witness it then [?] spill the grits, spill the kid
f**k a crack catch, kill him, who tryna take the hit
First take, go to first base, Stephen A. Smith Wes
On the hip, talkin’ sh*t like Skip
Or Shannon Sharpe shootin’ off the top of the cliff
I gotta bring it to you cowards then its gonna bе sick
Put in my ten thousand hours while the clock still tick
Zonе 6, five fingers with the [?] bust her lip
Feel the pressure like a bus pipe drip
Blood red, rum sippin’ they ain't cut like this
Mama said
I ain’t got cheeseburger money make a sandwich
Why you bein’ bad
Bad kids in the caravan
You can tell a n***a like me, ain’t met a n***a like me
Metaphysical things seen and dream what you believe
You bleed, I bleed, then draw blood
Im a f**king artist, Artest with the gun
I can give my world peace, give your world ether
Big d**k or grief, I can give your girl either
She could be the, could be the collapse of the kingdom
But Kings gotta peep the [?], word to Caesar
Remind me to keep receipts, y’all sh*t weak
And I’m sorry that your bullsh*t leaked
See the volume it speaks to your broke speakers
n***as breakin’ they back tryna promote some sh*t that ain’t even dope
They ask for my coat when I walk through the door
God flow, I don’t walk on the floor
God knows yall hoes, yall shows ain’t packing the door
Crackin’ the floor, I don’t need no n***as rappin no more
