Lyrics
Ain’t no such thing as saying
Evil is what you make it
Thank the Lord for that burning bush,
That big body Benz I was born to push.
On my way I’m burning kush, don’t be worried about us.
They must not get on it, though,
Asking “can we turn it down?”
I say “ain’t no music on”.
She said “no, that bitch is loud”.
I’m balling, still swagging,
Lost hard, but I’m maintaining.
I’ve been told that I’m amazing,
Make sure keep that fire blazing, we live it.
I need more
Evil is what you make it
Thank the Lord for that burning bush,
That big body Benz I was born to push.
On my way I’m burning kush, don’t be worried about us.
They must not get on it, though,
Asking “can we turn it down?”
I say “ain’t no music on”.
She said “no, that bitch is loud”.
I’m balling, still swagging,
Lost hard, but I’m maintaining.
I’ve been told that I’m amazing,
Make sure keep that fire blazing, we live it.
I need more
