R.I.P. Kevin Miller Songtext / Lyric

[Verse 2] Hey bitch I'm back, quit the whinin', bring it back, oochie wally
This the set? It's that mothafuckin' bet, who designed it?
This the one, how you make it out of Chat, who can fly yah
I'm the prince, it was written in the book, Jeremiah
I got dreams, I got bitches, I got hooks, you can buy 'em
Fresh and clean, that Stankonia had me hooked as a child
Used to think my ambition was a scheme, I defy 'em
You can too, if you get up off your ass, fucking try it
I'm a snipe, I'm just tryna make the top fall off
On the whip, like a cannon, lollipop on y'all
Xanny ho get me high, make me feel so tall
I'm tryna keep my mental ground and so I feel for y'all
I swear my eyes be bloody red, but bitch I feel amazing
And this is not a confrontation, that's an understatement
See this is runnin' in your house and where your momma staying
You spending doja on some pussy, you ain't concentratin', just wake up!

[Hook 8x]

Y'all live for bitches and blunts
We live for weed and money