mckingcarter's channel

some good lemon weed

is wht my system need

and some good bass 2 make my system bleed

creepin through the city on a late night

come hop in my spaceship and take flight

and we can blast off until its daylight

use 2 have dreams of bein great

now i just dream my rent wont be late

when i was 8

i dreamed i be sittin by the lake of my estate

eatin steaks

drinkin cognac with big time heavyweights

but instead im livin in a rundown neighborhood

where people justify anything if the papers good

let me start

okay i dont even like this beat

call me a sargeant cuz i be drillin these streets

always ride slow while concealin the heat

let nina talk and make ur bitch weep

im a tickin bomb on my last beep

boom. my fire burns deep

even when i sleep

im gettin money, bundles, heaps

its all about cheese in this rat race

and mines gettin big like shaqs waist

and my enemies get deleted like backspace

so nigga please tell me how this gat taste

and my crew always behind me like last place

and u know we keep it dirtier than an ashtray

more money than a bank vault

i put my money where my mouth is now i cant talk

light tht nigga up now he cant walk

the chopper will cut em like a chainsaw

my rhymes are so fresh cuz my brains raw

imma get em

and whoever is wit em

the chopper will split em

hollow tips will sit em

im frm the streets like the motherfuckin pavement

but i made it 2 the top, yall niggas still in the basement

but i still sling rocks like cavemen

and if u come on my block

then tell me wht spot

u want ur ...

this gun and this guitar

has takin me 2 far

from where i wanna be and thats where u are

so i light up and recite a few bars

but still i dont know wht 2 say, some1 show me my cue cards

lyrical devil

im on a different level

these beefs can get settled

by this all black metal

imma new world rebel

with my foot on the pedal

cuz i wont stop till my name is herald

im the best, no question

so all yall niggas stop 2nd guessin

its time 2 learn ya lesson

and class is in session

imma GOD send r u ready 4 ur blessin

aim it at ur necklace bet ya i am not missin

i feel like im lost, in a world thts bout 2 go blind

and i feel like im livin 2 fast but i have no time

2 slow down and rewind

i need some1 2 help me find

my place, GOD show me the sign

b4 i resign

cuz my lifes steadily on the decline

when the beats kicks in

its like its speakin

2 my heart and my pain starts leakin

like ink pen

and i start thinkin

bout the drugs and the drinkin

cuz im all bout good times like the wknd

but these addictions

have got me sinkin

cuz really, true love is wht im seekin

young carter

ball harder

this is my game, lifetime starter

and my gun, chrome revolver

leaves holes bigger than boulders

bap! bap! bap! goes sound of my pistol

hells rainin down like im shootin missiles

shit ill never miss u, bitch i gotta tank

u cant hit nothing nigga like u rippin blanks

money is my motivator

i am the money maker

ill make u leak that ketchup like a ripe tomata

im high as hell naw im as heaven

sittin on 27s

in a chopped off mclaren

ridin dirty as hell with the stereo blarin

screamin fuck the police when the pigs start starin

lets go

u better lay low

i got that fo' fo'

off safe mode

and the barrel

pointin straight at ya earlobe

click-clack

bap-bap

blac...

dont talk politely

dont care if u like me

and if u wanna fight me

winning's highly unlikely

kick in ya' the body

like i know karate

leavin ya cryin like a baby, do u gotta use the potty

haha, and no ma'am

im afraid of no man

gotta blunt in both hands

feelin funkier than toejams

and ya girl love...