That VHS, that true grit, that Rooster Cogburn Dark hours, blowin' sours, city's ours
Cut the powers, kill the cowards, smell the flowers
I devoured conquer who, I'm laughin' boo Ain't fistin', I'm true grit, I'm supposed
To shoot Better wire the money, or meet Omar, they
So soft Carhartt bucket, smuggle my glock in
Nantucket My homie said, man, tuck it, pull it or bust
It or hush it Don't shoot back, y'all's rustin', we crash
Out Ford mustang We eatin' y'all ribs, touchin' them punches
I feels nothin', fist of the North Star Niggas renting sports cars, just to lie to y'all
Broads But a lot of them frauds, beef is a SRT
Cause a lot of y'all dodge, buildin' ARs out the garage
Niggas flodge, like they don't need jobs Until we X out them eyes, like, what was the Kaws
I'm Rooster Cogburn, lookin' for Ned Peppers These said steppers are bed wetters, iron sights
Are dead centered Pet dragons are fed splinter's, redemption is
Red dead I'm a bread getter, family gotta be fed
But how he gon' break the law, if we judgin' the Dredd
Nah, I'm judgin' the heads of this establishment Can't die, I'm King Arthur
Rather pen, just stab the cement I'm spray can, y'all spray tan, who lastin
Then? Who lastin' then
I've been mortified, I don't know, cut it off
Man, if you live, I'll get you two or three years in the federal house up in Detroit there
We're trying to get it
They'll teach you how to read and write up there, but the rest won't be so good
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That VHS, that true grit, that Rooster Cogburn Dark hours, blowin' sours, city's ours
Cut the powers, kill the cowards, smell the flowers
I devoured conquer who, I'm laughin' boo Ain't fistin', I'm true grit, I'm supposed
To shoot Better wire the money, or meet Omar, they
So soft Carhartt bucket, smuggle my glock in
Nantucket My homie said, man, tuck it, pull it or bust
It or hush it Don't shoot back, y'all's rustin', we crash
Out Ford mustang We eatin' y'all ribs, touchin' them punches
I feels nothin', fist of the North Star Niggas renting sports cars, just to lie to y'all
Broads But a lot of them frauds, beef is a SRT
Cause a lot of y'all dodge, buildin' ARs out the garage
Niggas flodge, like they don't need jobs Until we X out them eyes, like, what was the Kaws
I'm Rooster Cogburn, lookin' for Ned Peppers These said steppers are bed wetters, iron sights
Are dead centered Pet dragons are fed splinter's, redemption is
Red dead I'm a bread getter, family gotta be fed
But how he gon' break the law, if we judgin' the Dredd
Nah, I'm judgin' the heads of this establishment Can't die, I'm King Arthur
Rather pen, just stab the cement I'm spray can, y'all spray tan, who lastin
Then? Who lastin' then
I've been mortified, I don't know, cut it off
Man, if you live, I'll get you two or three years in the federal house up in Detroit there
We're trying to get it
They'll teach you how to read and write up there, but the rest won't be so good
Cut the powers, kill the cowards, smell the flowers
I devoured conquer who, I'm laughin' boo Ain't fistin', I'm true grit, I'm supposed
To shoot Better wire the money, or meet Omar, they
So soft Carhartt bucket, smuggle my glock in
Nantucket My homie said, man, tuck it, pull it or bust
It or hush it Don't shoot back, y'all's rustin', we crash
Out Ford mustang We eatin' y'all ribs, touchin' them punches
I feels nothin', fist of the North Star Niggas renting sports cars, just to lie to y'all
Broads But a lot of them frauds, beef is a SRT
Cause a lot of y'all dodge, buildin' ARs out the garage
Niggas flodge, like they don't need jobs Until we X out them eyes, like, what was the Kaws
I'm Rooster Cogburn, lookin' for Ned Peppers These said steppers are bed wetters, iron sights
Are dead centered Pet dragons are fed splinter's, redemption is
Red dead I'm a bread getter, family gotta be fed
But how he gon' break the law, if we judgin' the Dredd
Nah, I'm judgin' the heads of this establishment Can't die, I'm King Arthur
Rather pen, just stab the cement I'm spray can, y'all spray tan, who lastin
Then? Who lastin' then
I've been mortified, I don't know, cut it off
Man, if you live, I'll get you two or three years in the federal house up in Detroit there
We're trying to get it
They'll teach you how to read and write up there, but the rest won't be so good
Writer: DeAngelo Amos
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