Bastard (Satan's Kid) E

This is Huh, mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib Never trust nobody that can bleed for five days and live Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics Daddy used to look at me like, "Who the fuck this baby is?" Uncle used to say, "Your daddy just too young to raise a kid" Daddy used to treat my mama like they never made a kid I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid (I'm Satan's kid) Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn Until you take your turn, fuck a wrong turn I made the world turn, that's a turn off I'm on every song that I turn on I got it turnt up, got it turnt on I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off Weed loud as every siren they turn on Bust down so bright, it's burning These diamonds so white they German Your diamonds ain't right, they turning Cocaine white as my attorney All types of guns, no type of permits All types of coffins, all types of gurneys From my driveway to my front door It has been quite a journey It has been quite a journey From my driveway to my front door It has been quite a journey Huh, mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib Never trust nobody that can bleed for five days and live Walking on water, this a new world order These niggas out of order like a fish out of water I'ma shoot the chopper like a fisheye camera I'ma keep shooting 'til the bitch stop recording Just don't start shootin', I don't feel like arguing A real sharp, sharp shooter, I don't miss my target I don't miss my thottie, I just miss my homie Long walk in closet, I hope you feel like walking Uh, I know the paper burn like it ought to burn I know the paper burn for the long term I know my bih concern when I toss and turn I know my bih concerned 'bout the long term I know the paper burn like the fire burn I know it don't burn unless I confirm I'm 'bout to cross my heart and watch my heart burn Crossing me is like watching a cross burn Swag go head to shoe Bitch I'm fresh as a designer, yeah Started from Ragu, made it way up to lasagna, yeah Killers come behind you, can you say, "Murder for hire?" Sippin' on purple papaya, gitchi ya-ya, yeah Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib Never trust nobody that can bleed for five days and live Grandma used to say that this world gon' come to a crazy end Monsters in my closet was the feds taking baby pics Daddy used to look at me like, "Who the fuck this baby is?" Uncle used to say, "Your daddy just too young to raise a kid" Daddy used to treat my mama like they never made a kid I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid, I'm Satan's kid (I'm Satan's kid) Uh, I know the tables turn like tornadoes turn I know the way it turn, gotta wait your turn Until you take your turn, fuck a wrong turn I made the world turn, that's a turn off I'm on every song that I turn on I got it turnt up, got it turnt on I'm on the turnpike, I'm 'bout to turn off Weed loud as every siren they turn on Bust down so bright, it's burning These diamonds so white they German Your diamonds ain't right, they turning Cocaine white as my attorney All types of guns, no type of permits All types of coffins, all types of gurneys From my driveway to my front door It has been quite a journey It has been quite a journey From my driveway to my front door It has been quite a journey, nigga