Bastard (Satan's Kid)

Oh This is Chorus 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 Verse 1 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 Interlude It has been quite a journey From my driveway to my front door It has been quite a journey Chorus Huh, Mama used to say this when she stand above my baby crib Never trust nobody that could bleed for five days and live Verse 2 Walking on water, this a new world order These niggas out of order like a fish out of water Huh 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 Chorus 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 Verse 3 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 Outro It has been quite a journey From my driveway to my front door It has been quite a journey, nigga