Yelawolf, Caskey - McQueen Fiend (Remix) lyrics
Yelawolf [Michael Wayne Atha] Gadsden, Alabama/Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yelawolf, Caskey - McQueen Fiend Remix lyrics]
Got it out the mud
They caught my hands red but that's
Because they covered in the blood
Of my enemies
They suckin' up my energy enough
Yeah, this gun light
But it's gonna heavily erupt
I'm a
God's child but my bank like a Rothschild
They see the balance
Prob'ly wonder why I'm hostile
They hear the verse and can't
Believe that it's a freestyle
I freed myself from sellin' powdered
Grams and weed piles
I don't cease fire
I shoot until they retire
Raise the bar again and
Make 'em reach higher
I son a rapper every time I let a beat expire
I'm beatin' down the door for
Everything that we desire
I'm in the house and doin' kush-ups
You wanna see a star, well then
Come and look at me
You don't look up
I'm plugged in
It's effortless for me to get the hook up
And just as effortless for me
And Yelawolf to cook up
I'm a McQueen fiend
I never turn on the team
I turned the TV off to turn on my own dreams
I turn the book of faith
I'm burnin' it at the seams
And I look nice but everything
Ain't what it seems
I'm a McQueen fiend, I'm lit, I'm off lean
I'm gon' get so rich, I tip my offspring
I went from down bad and fits with tall t's
To whips that's so fast
I can't control speed
You can't control me
I'm movin' through the city at my own speed
Man, I heard that y'all was
Hatin' on the new ride
You just mad I ain't the old me
Old me, owee
Yeah, fuckin' with the old me
Old me was a killer now I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi
Took off on that chopper with
Your girl in open toes
Had her screamin' in the orange grove
Yellin' at the OG
Oh, gee, too much product on the table
Had to delegate the weight
Left a couple out disabled
Couldn't keep up with the hustle shouldn't
Run out with the players
On the court with all them ballers with
The hand to rock the cradle
Sleep, sleepin' on me, keep 'em quiet
Never wake 'em
When this heavy wind is
Blowin', they retire
I replace 'em
The fallen leaves up under me
They pile up when I rake 'em
I burn 'em like a chief, c'est la vie
I do not save 'em
Put in work
Especially for those who in the earth
When I pass the torch I want
My light to be deserved
Therefore when I offer up my time
Don't go blind
Wear your aviators for the
Radiation of my purge
I'm a star
The God's sun with the God's son
In that box, son, not a Datson, get it right
I'm a star, the odd one with the rock one
And my clock spun backwards in time
Jim Morrison
A star, chrome on the dirty car
And I wouldn't give a hater
Porridge in a dirty jar
But I give a prayer to Allah
And if Jesus wanna save you
He can do it when I'm off
Kanye got 'em busy and I'm
Sweepin' up the halls
On the clock with every angel
That's available to brawl
Do your job, the gate is opened up
Who got a sword
You got an automatic and I've got a mic cord
Do your job, Slumerican
You fuckin' with the mob
Drop a million in the bank before
The private plane take off
I wouldn't say it if it wasn't real
That ain't the cause
That's cause and effect, success
No applause
That's Forbes magazine, creekwater, no pause
Just red light runnin', Elohim, green gods
I'm an alien
They caught my hands red but that's
Because they covered in the blood
Of my enemies
They suckin' up my energy enough
Yeah, this gun light
But it's gonna heavily erupt
I'm a
God's child but my bank like a Rothschild
They see the balance
Prob'ly wonder why I'm hostile
They hear the verse and can't
Believe that it's a freestyle
I freed myself from sellin' powdered
Grams and weed piles
I don't cease fire
I shoot until they retire
Raise the bar again and
Make 'em reach higher
I son a rapper every time I let a beat expire
I'm beatin' down the door for
Everything that we desire
I'm in the house and doin' kush-ups
You wanna see a star, well then
Come and look at me
You don't look up
I'm plugged in
It's effortless for me to get the hook up
And just as effortless for me
And Yelawolf to cook up
I'm a McQueen fiend
I never turn on the team
I turned the TV off to turn on my own dreams
I turn the book of faith
I'm burnin' it at the seams
And I look nice but everything
Ain't what it seems
I'm a McQueen fiend, I'm lit, I'm off lean
I'm gon' get so rich, I tip my offspring
I went from down bad and fits with tall t's
To whips that's so fast
I can't control speed
You can't control me
I'm movin' through the city at my own speed
Man, I heard that y'all was
Hatin' on the new ride
You just mad I ain't the old me
Old me, owee
Yeah, fuckin' with the old me
Old me was a killer now I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi
Took off on that chopper with
Your girl in open toes
Had her screamin' in the orange grove
Yellin' at the OG
Oh, gee, too much product on the table
Had to delegate the weight
Left a couple out disabled
Couldn't keep up with the hustle shouldn't
Run out with the players
On the court with all them ballers with
The hand to rock the cradle
Sleep, sleepin' on me, keep 'em quiet
Never wake 'em
When this heavy wind is
Blowin', they retire
I replace 'em
The fallen leaves up under me
They pile up when I rake 'em
I burn 'em like a chief, c'est la vie
I do not save 'em
Put in work
Especially for those who in the earth
When I pass the torch I want
My light to be deserved
Therefore when I offer up my time
Don't go blind
Wear your aviators for the
Radiation of my purge
I'm a star
The God's sun with the God's son
In that box, son, not a Datson, get it right
I'm a star, the odd one with the rock one
And my clock spun backwards in time
Jim Morrison
A star, chrome on the dirty car
And I wouldn't give a hater
Porridge in a dirty jar
But I give a prayer to Allah
And if Jesus wanna save you
He can do it when I'm off
Kanye got 'em busy and I'm
Sweepin' up the halls
On the clock with every angel
That's available to brawl
Do your job, the gate is opened up
Who got a sword
You got an automatic and I've got a mic cord
Do your job, Slumerican
You fuckin' with the mob
Drop a million in the bank before
The private plane take off
I wouldn't say it if it wasn't real
That ain't the cause
That's cause and effect, success
No applause
That's Forbes magazine, creekwater, no pause
Just red light runnin', Elohim, green gods
I'm an alien