Down the street to the car,
You know...you know who you are
In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.
Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes
In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave
Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave
When they hear me rocking the groove
From the gutter to the roof
You gotta understand man
Still the man with the pan
I bring the heat like the
A criminal grind nigga
Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
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