McQueen Fiend (Remix) Testo

Got it out the mud
They caught my hands red but that's because they covered in the blood
Of my enemies, they suckin' up my energy enough
Yeah, this gun light, but it's gonna heavily erupt
I'm a, God's child but my bank like a Rothschild
They see the balance, prob'ly wonder why I'm hostile
They hear the verse and can't believe that it's a freestyle
I freed myself from sellin' powdered grams and weed piles
I don't cease fire, I shoot until thеy retire
Raise thе bar again and make 'em reach higher I son a rapper every time I let a beat expire
I'm beatin' down the door for everything that we desire
I'm in the house and doin' kush-ups
You wanna see a star, well then come and look at me, you don't look up
I'm plugged in, it's effortless for me to get the hook up
And just as effortless for me and Yelawolf to cook up
I'm a McQueen fiend, I never turn on the team
I turned the TV off to turn on my own dreams
I turn the book of faith, I'm burnin' it at the seams
And I look nice but everything ain't what it seems

I'm a McQueen fiend, I'm lit, I'm off lean
I'm gon' get so rich, I tip my offspring
I went from down bad and fits with tall t's
To whips that's so fast, I can't control speed
You can't control me
I'm movin' through the city at my own speed
Man, I heard that y'all was hatin' on the new ride
You just mad I ain't the old me
Old me, owee
Yeah, fuckin' with the old me
Old me was a killer now I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi
Took off on that chopper with your girl in open toes
Had her screamin' in the orange grove, yellin' at the OG
Oh, gee, too much product on the table
Had to delegate the weight, left a couple out disabled
Couldn't keep up with the hustle shouldn't run out with the players
On the court with all them ballers with the hand to rock the cradle
Sleep, sleepin' on me, keep 'em quiet, never wake 'em
When this heavy wind is blowin', they retire, I replace 'em
The fallen leaves up under me, they pile up when I rake 'em
I burn 'em like a chief, c'est la vie, I do not save 'em
Put in work, especially for those who in the earth
When I pass the torch I want my light to be deserved
Therefore when I offer up my time, don't go blind
Wear your aviators for the radiation of my purge
I'm a star, the God's sun with the God's son
In that box, son, not a Datson, get it right
I'm a star, the odd one with the rock one
And my clock spun backwards in time, Jim Morrison
A star, chrome on the dirty car
And I wouldn't give a hater porridge in a dirty jar
But I give a prayer to Allah
And if Jesus wanna save you, he can do it when I'm off
Kanye got 'em busy and I'm sweepin' up the halls
On the clock with every angel that's available to brawl
Do your job, the gate is opened up, who got a sword
You got an automatic and I've got a mic cord
Do your job, Slumerican, you fuckin' with the mob
Drop a million in the bank before the private plane take off
I wouldn't say it if it wasn't real, that ain't the cause
That's cause and effect, success, no applause
That's Forbes magazine, creekwater, no pause
Just red light runnin', Elohim, green gods, I'm an alien