TBird - Howl at the Wolves lyrics

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TBird - Howl at the Wolves lyrics

[Chorus 2X: Lot-a-Nerv] As I gaze up at the stars, And howl up at the moon I've been all around the World I told em that I'll be back soon [Fes Taylor] Game got my brain in a choke hold I'm still tryna figure out which way I should go Just say no, But I say yes to the streets Just bought some new hammers, That's investing in beef I can't rest when I sleep, Unless my gun under my pillow Like the tooth fairy left with some teeth In my jeans plus my swagger is mean Plus my fitted hat lean like an outfielder played in a league Couple G's in my pockets to blow, Corner pocket your hoe Like fast food yeah I got it to go So I rep that k**a Hill fly sh** across the globe Serve places only bosses go Still climbed to the top, Took losses though On the edge I was cautious though It's smooth back to the day that I die Til the clouds turn grey in the sky motherf**ers [T-Bird] Yo I got big guns, Big hammers, And little triggers But them little things turn big men to little b**hes n***as say I'm nice, But now I'm getting a little vicious Cause them fake thugs with Milkbone jaws acting like b**hes n***as act gangsta til them slugs get up in em Then they real colors show, Snakes start spitting venom Got the hood flooded, Indictment came by abundance Drug money's good but don't no good come from it The root of all people, Bruise all people, Believe in you Life ain't no movie, When you die ain't no sequel Sheet over your face the last time your kid see you n***as act like they hard in reality dudes is see through My vision's way beyond what the eyes can see My n***as is sharing this vision so they seeing with me See the cars, See the cribs, And you seeing the dough I John Cena your a**, You ain't seeing this flow n***a [Chorus] [Mr. Prezident] When yall was tryna learn life I was tryna turn white I done earned stripes up and down the turnpike Hitting turns like I'm on the mound pitching It started with the vision, Just a pistol and the pitch'n Straight from the body to the South side of Richmond Ducking from the coppers, Kept cryills in the kitchen I'm in the kitchen, I'm like listen Patient over the pot like Grandpa fishing No time for b**hing, I be where the cake at Hit you with a**ignment, Please have my cake A.S.A.P I said A.S.A.P. before I let the K clap Hit em close range so I can see his face crack Then it's straight back stunt'n on these old frauds Bring the O.G. boy you more like an old brawd Ohh Lord, When the heat co*k Close range shot make it sound like the beat box [Lot-a-Nerv] In the last couple months I heard Lot-a your great My dude you bout to be a sign you know what you just wait Wait, You see this chicken getting smaller on my plate See I lost a little weight and you can see it in my face I'm hungry, Stress got me depressed and now I'm feeling upset Cause cash never reset, It ejects As money gets me hard, I'ma erect You see this, A man understand that I need s** Like Chinese they need d**h I'm a wolf I prey over the weak If it's beef, co*k, Shoot, Blow the flesh off of his meat It's me, I got a lot of N-E-R-V Play the U.S. troops, I'll blow a hole through your fleet Yeah, Yeah n***a come try to Saddam me Youn ain't got enough Contra guns to harm me It's H.R., Top Guns, And W.P I said enough subliminals yall ain't f**ing with me, Nah [Chorus]

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