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Clay Pigeons
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Adam Calhoun
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I'd rather ride with the killers Than to die with the faint Go hard for my people Never bow behind gates Live Free in the Wind Not to die in restraints Rather laugh with the "sinners" Than to cry with the "saints" The Devil laughed While Jesus wept I ran the streets While momma slept Secret kept Kept me outta jail Granny prayed Keep me outta hell Never bailed Till I made bond I can't stay home I gotta stay gone James Bond with a bad b*t*h And a Chevy truck black as Akon Ga**ed up But no brakes on Blazed a trail like napalm Stay calm We ain't the type of people You can break on Straight-up, any disrespect I hit 'em with the straight-arm Game on Coloring your shirt red crayon Can't escape, so I'm the GOAT You gotta put the blame on Keep your cape on And save yourself From devastation Ridin' with them shooters That'll shoot, no hesitation Put it on the line That's a bet That you can bank on I'd rather ride with the killers Than to die with the faint Go hard for my people Never bow behind gates Live Free in the Wind Not to die in restraints Rather laugh with the "sinners" Than to cry with the "saints" Rather ride with the killers Than to die with the faint Go hard for my people Never bow behind gates Live Free in the Wind Not to die in restraints Rather laugh with the "sinners" Than to cry with the "saints" Rather ride with the killers Than to die with the faint Go hard for my people Never bow behind gates Live Free in the Wind Not to die in restraints Rather laugh with the "sinners" Than to cry with the "saints" Lord, forgive me if they kill me And I don't make it home Old lady gonna be p*ssed If that dinner get cold Bet I make it out alive Only know how to survive How you gon' kill a man Bust his a** to provide? You gon' die Ain't no lie It don't matter who's askin' You and your guys Lookin' like target practice Smoke 'em like ashes Put 'em on a shirt Wear 'em like fashion Throw 'em in a hearse Rappers, all you do is stay b*t*hin' Blast them rocks Shoot 'em like clay pigeons Crashin', haulin' a** Like my brakes missin' This sh*t in my lap Make your whole face different Talkin' bout that all-black Mac One phone call, dudes show up In all-black masks This ain't just a rap That's a fact motherf**ker And it don't matter if you're white Or you're black motherf**ker I'd rather ride with the killers Than to die with the faint Go hard for my people Never bow behind gates Live Free in the Wind Not to die in restraints Rather laugh with the "sinners" Than to cry with the "saints" Rather ride with the killers Than to die with the faint Go hard for my people Never bow behind gates Live Free in the Wind Not to die in restraints Rather laugh with the "sinners" Than to cry with the "saints" Rather ride with the killers Than to die with the faint Go hard for my people Never bow behind gates Live Free in the Wind Not to die in restraints Rather laugh with the "sinners" Than to cry with the "saints"
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