Clay Pigeons

I'd rather ride with the killers Than to die with the faint Go hard for my people Never bow behind gates Live free in the wind Not to die in restraints Rather laugh with the sinners Than to cry with the saints The Devil laughed While Jesus wept I ran the streets While momma slept Secret kept Kept me outta jail Granny prayed Keep me outta hell Never bailed 'Til I made bond I can't stay home I gotta stay gone James Bond with a bad bitch And a Chevy truck black as Akon Gassed up But no brakes on Blazed a trail like napalm Stay calm We ain't the type of people You can break on Straight-up, any disrespect I hit 'em with the straight-arm Game on Coloring your shirt red crayon Can't escape, so I'm the GOAT You gotta put the blame on Keep your cape on And save yourself From devastation Ridin' with them shooters That'll shoot, no hesitation Put it on the line That's a bet That you can bank on I'd rather ride with the killers Than to die with the faint Go hard for my people Never bow behind gates Live free in the wind Not to die in restraints Rather laugh with the sinners Than to cry with the saints Rather ride with the killers Than to die with the faint Go hard for my people Never bow behind gates Live free in the wind Not to die in restraints Rather laugh with the sinners Than to cry with the saints Rather ride with the killers Than to die with the faint Go hard for my people Never bow behind gates Live free in the wind Not to die in restraints Rather laugh with the sinners Than to cry with the saints Lord, forgive 'em if they kill me And I don't make it home Old lady gon' be pissed If that dinner get cold Bet I make it out alive Only know how to survive How you gonna kill a man Bust his ass to provide? You gon' die Ain't no lie It don't matter who's askin' You and your fuckin' guys Lookin' like target practice Smoke 'em like ashes Put 'em on a shirt Wear 'em like fashion Throw 'em in a hearse Rappers, all you do is stay bitchin' Blast them rocks Shoot 'em like clay pigeons Crashin', haulin' ass Like my brakes missin' This shit in my lap Make your whole face different I'm talkin' bout that all-black Mac One phone call, dudes show up In all-black masks This ain't just a rap That's a fact motherfucker And it don't matter if you're white Or black motherfucker I'd rather ride with the killers Than to die with the faint Go hard for my people Never bow behind gates Live free in the wind Not to die in restraints Rather laugh with the sinners Than to cry with the saints Rather ride with the killers Than to die with the faint Go hard for my people Never bow behind gates Live free in the wind Not to die in restraints Rather laugh with the sinners Than to cry with the saints Rather ride with the killers Than to die with the faint Go hard for my people Never bow behind gates Live free in the wind Not to die in restraints Rather laugh with the sinners Than to cry with the saints