Kill White T, Parable of the Nigga Who Barrels Stay Hot, Made by [email protected] (Live)

[Intro]

Hey hey, hey hey

Hey hey, hey hey

Hey hey, hey hey

Hey hey, hey hey

Yeah, amateurs and vets (Hey hey, hey hey)

Step up and place your bets (Hey hey, hey hey)

Life is on the line (Hey hey, hey hey)

Trifling all the time too, how they do (Hey hey, hey hey)

I got something for them baby, I'ma bet it all (Hey hey, hey hey)

[Verse 1]

The king of spades laid across the green felt

The ace of spades was the next card gon' be dealt

I had that black queen under my thumb

Looking at the dealer like the time had finally come

I slid across all my chips and

Kissed my queen across her glossy lips when I

Seen a officer getting his pistol gripped and I said

"Fuck that shit" man this is it, see they

Always gotta take a nigga life, his rices, hopes

Vices, the coke, books, pistols, and his dough

And some more shit, shit I can't even quote

But I'm gettin' out the heat and tellin' 'em nope

[Pre-Chorus]

Hey hey, hey hey, hey hey

[Chorus]

In the groove

I'm in the groove

In the groove

I'm in the groove

In the jam

I'm in the jam

In the jam

I'm in the jam

[Verse 2]

Yeah I'm in the jam where all my folks go

Where the dogs blow money at the bitches, hoes

That every fuckin' thing will turn up roses

And the big bright flag heeds all our poses

I believe in my TV and buy cake with my rent and

Party all nasty like it don't make sense

I'm in the groove where all my folks move

Where the cars get you pussy and the liquor smooth

And if you be a little different than us it's funny

And you can even play yourself if it's for some money

Now you hate bitches but you love money

And if you ain't convinced than I can go get my gunny

I'm on that trend where all my folks in

Where the niggas hate love and pray for sin

And if you want satisfaction be a star and spend

And all the babies on the street puttin' it all into action, it's

Midnight sharp like the clothes on a pimp

You gotta kick it like it don't make sense

I'm on that high where all my folks fly, where the

Crowd will make you sky if you just get rich or die

Never let 'em see you smile or try or cry

And the chain in the video, that's paradise

And I believe in my labels, and in my mirror's a prince

And I'm so conceited but unconvinced

I'm on that spot where all my folks drop

Tryna grind and shine and climb on top

Juggs and licks to strike it rich but really not

Just like spinners lookin' like we going when we really stopped

Ah, man I pops that gun that all my folks run

Shoot for the stars to get us some

That eternal heart dance beat never done, taking

Hella chance under the moon and sun, twenty one!

[Outro: Lightnin' Rod]

*Gunshots*

I dropped and spun, firing two rounds from my gun

While spoon covered Grit with his shit

This caught the greys by surprise

And I put two slugs 'twixt they eyes

Then we used Grit's body to split