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Lyrics:
In the hills,
If you mess around with me you get killed
Little nigga I don't play with dollar bills
And my heart is cold as shit, I don't feel
You will never see me bleed, man of steel
And I keep on moving, never standing still
Getting, getting more bands
Never fake, always real
And I wanna thank God, he provided every meal
I know I'm blessed, Imma let him take the wheel
Take the wheel, tell me how you feel?
Bad lil mama, looking like she's from Brazil
I don't even care cuz she's thicker than oatmeal
Got me all fucked up, thinking this shit is surreal
Yeah, getting more bands getting more money
Never popping a pill, rest in peace, fuck the molly
Bad bitch got me fucked up, looking like a easter bunny
Why this shit again, what do you want? I don't want it
Hop in a car, pull up to the boulevard
If you don't wanna get killed
Hire a security guard
I be the one making moves
They know my shit going hard
I know Obama approves
I promise imma leave you scarred
- people always cry -
- fuck around and die -
- wake up in the sky -
In the hills,
If you mess around with me you get killed
Little nigga I don't play with dollar bills
And my heart is cold as shit, I don't feel
You will never see me bleed, man of steel
And I keep on moving, never standing still
Getting, getting more bands
Never fake, always real
And I wanna thank God, he provided every meal
I know I'm blessed, Imma let him take the wheel
I LOVE YOU !!!
