Came from the gotta Kickin the mud up Hot like the summer I’m lightning and thunder Stacking them hundreds Ya bitch got her bun up She giving me top Then I’m fucking her mother Lubricant slick While moving in kicks Voodoo I’m coocoo I’m one who can hit Setting them rounds loose Getting them pounds through What ya amount to is based on the ground too Burning your roots is never an option Watch how you move and watch how you talking Lotta fake ass come out wood walking Life is a task and you only have options End in a flash it be so brief Death come swift mist cry their If I go die it’s all on me Hang from a noose and swing from a tree Watch me bleed out my soul May my judgement come with hope Holy god just hold me close It been cold down this road I’m a lone wolf out the true north Got that fight inside me bitch I’ll k