You hear that? Hear what? I dunno man sounded like….a train? That’s crazy…
ain’t grinding for scraps im about that big money, you about grills chains and gats I’m the one playin on Sunday, means I’m in the league and you are just an amateur watching me on tv requesting time off from your manager. talking with HR calculating your sick days. Sunday we playin hard ballin the other six days. You climbing the corporate ranks jerkin suits under the table playing their little game just pawns with different labels. I can’t do it that’s not me I flipped the chest board fucked the queen went outside stood in the street and knew what I was meant to be and it was part of the GREATNESS baby not just another sheep…so
Bow to the king born in the flames
Steady cold in the chaos ruling domains
Heathens and demons an empire attacked but the red ronin ghost he is soulless fires back bloody knife scorched earth sittin tall in the saddle, looks evil in the eyes grins ready for battle…
Goodys coming through but now he’s one of the few broke the chains said fuck your rules I’m do what ima do, not addicted to a screen or caged up in a room, king Ginger inside him sendin haters to their doom he’s not that shy boy back in the day you once knew he’s a man with the plan had vision and he ran spent time down range in the sand grew up and got tough he stood up strapped a ruck threw all his people in and he climbin to the top…you better
Bow to the king born in the flames
Steady cold in the chaos ruling domains
Heathens and demons an empire attacked but the red ronin ghost he is soulless fires back bloody knife scorched earth sittin tall in the saddle, looks evil in the eye grins ready for battle…
Still movin down this wicked twisted road shoutout to reckless Kelly making jams that ease the load, obstacles blocking the path haters at every turn, you know that don’t mean turn back send killshots put em in a urn, not greedy don’t need much only packing what we need just me you and lady luck livin life at full speed…
So continue throwing shade saying stuff like Goodys old? Son you small potatoes call you Yukon gold. Riding in your Benz got some stock and salary countin a few ends but you are about to see how goody runs his biz what you heard is a fallacy you beg people to call king when I roll up they bow your majesty.
Bow to the king born in the flames
Steady cold in the chaos ruling domains
Heathens and demons an empire attacked but the red ronin ghost he is soulless fires back like he’s insane they will redact you’re name you will act ashamed be defamed and forgotten all the same cause you got in King Gingers way and could not outshine THE GREATNESS BABY!
Goody Life….puffin out that chest with another TGB anthem….
NeuronMystical
