CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : McQueen Fiend (Remix)
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
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
