McQueen Fiend (Remix) lyrics - yelawolf

 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