Bastard (Satan’s Kid)

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Huh, Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib

Never trust nobody that could 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 turnoff

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 rock, 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 could 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 (hh?)

I'ma shoot the chopper like a fisheye camera

Yeah, I'ma keep shootin' 'til the bitch stop recordin'

Just don't start shootin', I don't feel like arguin'

A real sharp, sharp shooter, I don't miss my target

And I don't miss my thottie, I just miss my homie

Long walk-in closet, I hope you feel like walkin'

Uh, I know the paper burn like it ought to burn

I know the paper burn for the long term

I know my big concern when I toss and turn

I know my big concern '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 your heart burn

Crossin' me is like watching a cross burn

Swag go head to shoe (yeah)

Bitch, I'm fresh as a designer, yeah

Started from Ragu, made it way up to lasagna, yeah

Killers come behind ya, 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 turnoff

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 rock, they turning

Cocaine white as my attorney

All types of guns, no type of permits (yeah)

All types of coffins, all types of gurneys (yeah, yeah)

From my driveway to my front door (yeah, yeah, yeah)

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