EASTWOOD (feat. Christon Lamar)
Yeah yeah yeah
Flyin' like a shooting star
Stop caring 'bout where we going
Stick to where you are
Imma come up
Smackin'
Then leave the crowd spastic
Then after that stuff the cash right under my mattress
You attackin'
And coming for my actions
But I'm sorry for my absence
I just need some time to get away from all the madness
Just marinate in thought I suppose
So if you need me I'll be lookin' in the sky on my own aye
Imma big shooter
Big stepper
Big whatever you want me to be
So I'll be anything else besides me
Lemme see where my mental at on the subject
Check in in a week
Eastwood steppin'
Don't speak on my confessions
Revolver locked and loaded for if you take a step kid
You got one shot dawg so don't waste it
You got one shot dawg so don't... wait
Eastwood steppin'
Don't speak on my confessions
Revolver locked and loaded for if you take a step kid
You got one shot dawg
So don't waste it
You got one shot dawg so don't waste it
You got one shot dawg so don't waste it aye
One shot dawg so don't waste it
You got one shot dawg so don't waste it
Trynna get rich and feed my people
Niggas need to stop fuckin' with me if they see through
Niggas never keep tools
Niggas just be talking
You better keep some caution
40 pointed at a nigga head now he nauseous
You better back up off it
Before I get to poppin'
Ion like to drink
So off the weed I be coughing
All my niggas better
Never lack
Always keep a strap in they fucking lap
Gotta lethal weapon it's a Smith&Weston
Teaching niggas lessons
And if they fuck with me or the team
Guarantee they goin' bleed
Leave a nigga high in the sky or on a tee
Niggas be some bitches
So they can't compare to me
Matter of fact fuck lemon head
He a bitch
His momma a bitch
Wait I don't even know what to say
Show your true colors
It's the hot summer
Sittin' under trees burn away all our troubles
And we think about if we made it
Cop a few bazookas and some hummers
Rollin' in the lumber
And I tried to get her number
But it's awkward cause I fumbled
When I talk I tent to mumble
And I gotta chip on my shoulder size of Minnesota
Pop the bubble
Follow trails
Wind blown
Its just me and the moon
All I see is cattle ranches
And the cactus start to bloom
Sunsets in the afternoon
Gotta remind myself
Time's not real slipping' away
