Cracked Pepper
Yeah, I've been drug through the mud so much
The taste of death to me is better than blood
And I'm covered in scars, some days I'm tired
But we're openin' the eyes of the blind
I'm always
If I did it for the money I'd
Of never got paid
I did it for the love of the game, ayy
I ain't tryna hear a fuckin'
Word that you sayin'
Me and you are not the same
I ain't take the fast route, y'all passed out
I'm out here workin' my ass off
You ain't got no cash now, y'all assed out
Shit, look at how fast I passed y'all
Goin' hard in the paint
Man it's hard to be great
Hittin' y'all long range like Hardin today
Workin' like a dog like
I'm still starvin' today
What I got's great but I
Still want y'all's place
Take every strap 'til the last one's gone
Whatcha thought this was just
Another country rap song?
You wrong, these white boys rappin'
They talk shit, we the last ones laughin'
To the bank, to the gun store
Stackin' up ammo so they can run more
Pick 'em off like flies sittin'
On the front porch i'm just havin' fun
What the fuck you want war?
Call the calvary, don't be mad at me
What I make in a week is your fuckin' salary
You wanna battle me? Bunch of casualties
When I'm all done who gon' have
A bigger bag than me?
Yeah, I've been drug through the mud so much
The taste of death to me is better than blood
And I'm covered in scars, some days I'm tired
But we're openin' the eyes of the blind
I'm always wild i'm always wild
I'm always
Came through the flame burnt feet
And some blood stains
Take aim, kick ass, never take names
Threw the bait in the water and I hooked fame
In the mirror lookin' back it
Didn't look the same
All the money I obtain, pain still remain
In the tame in the game had to brake chains
Champagne cocaine with my souls propane
Lit the flame couldn't see you
When the smoke came
Blinded by the bright lights in the crowd
Fight night life knock me off
My ass nighty night-night
On the street feel on feet had to stand up
Got boys I gotta raise, I better man up
Can't take what the hand us and settle for it
Loyalties, law
You never gonna get a medal for it
Take me back to the '90s and the teleport
88 in the Delorian with the pedal floored
I was born to be a king, hold a heavy sword
No choice hear the voice and I'm ready for it
Truth is hard to swallow
Chokin' on my vocal cords
If I'm livin' just to work
What am I workin' for?
If it's all for the money I'd rather die poor
Call it quit's, hang me up by my mic cord
If I sold my soul prolly get to buy more
Tell the labels I refuse to
Pay the price for it
Yeah, I've been drug through the mud so much
The taste of death to me is better than blood
And I'm covered in scars, some days I'm tired
But we're openin' the eyes of the blind
I'm always wild i'm always wild
I'm always