FES TAYLOR - Howl At The Wolves lyrics

rate me

As I gaze up at the stars, And howl up at the moon

I've been all around the World

I told em that I'll be back soon

Game got my brain in a choke hold

I'm still tryna figure out which way I should go

Just say no, But I say yes to the streets

Just bought some new hammers, That's investing in beef

I can't rest when I sleep, Unless my gun under my pillow

Like the tooth fairy left with some teeth

In my jeans plus my swagger is mean

Plus my fitted hat lean like an outfielder played in a league

Couple G's in my pockets to blow, Corner pocket your hoe

Like fast food yeah I got it to go

So I rep that Killa Hill fly shit across the globe

Serve places only bosses go

Still climbed to the top, Took losses though

On the edge I was cautious though

It's smooth back to the day that I die

Til the clouds turn grey in the sky motherfuckers

Yo I got big guns, Big hammers, And little triggers

But them little things turn big men to little bitches

Niggas say I'm nice, But now I'm getting a little vicious

Cause them fake thugs with Milkbone jaws acting like bitches

Niggas act gangsta til them slugs get up in em

Then they real colors show, Snakes start spitting venom

Got the hood flooded, Indictment came by abundance

Drug money's good but don't no good come from it

The root of all people, Bruise all people, Believe in you

Life ain't no movie, When you die ain't no sequel

Sheet over your face the last time your kid see you

Niggas act like they hard in reality dudes is see through

My vision's way beyond what the eyes can see

My niggas is sharing this vision so they seeing with me

See the cars, See the cribs, And you seeing the dough

I John Cena your ass, You ain't seeing this flow nigga

When ya'll was tryna learn life I was tryna turn white

I done earned stripes up and down the turnpike

Hitting turns like I'm on the mound pitching

It started with the vision, Just a pistol and the pitch'n

Straight from the body to the South side of Richmond

Ducking from the coppers, Kept cryills in the kitchen

I'm in the kitchen, I'm like listen

Patient over the pot like Grandpa fishing

No time for bitching, I be where the cake at

Hit you with assignment, Please have my cake A.S.A.P.

I said A.S.A.P. before I let the K clap

Hit em close range so I can see his face crack

Then it's straight back stunt'n on these old frauds

Bring the O.G. boy you more like an old brawd

Ohh Lord, When the heat cock

Close range shot make it sound like the beat box

In the last couple months I heard Lot-a your great

My dude you bout to be a sign you know what you just wait

Wait, You see this chicken getting smaller on my plate

See I lost a little weight and you can see it in my face

I'm hungry, Stress got me depressed and now I'm feeling upset

Cause cash never reset, It ejects

As money gets me hard, I'm a erect

You see this, A man understand that I need sex

Like Chinese they need death

I'm a wolf I prey over the weak

If it's beef, Cock, Shoot, Blow the flesh off of his meat

It's me, I got a lot of N-E-R-V

Play the U.S. troops, I'll blow a hole through your fleet

Yeah, Yeah nigga come try to Saddam me

Youn ain't got enough Contra guns to harm me

It's H.R., Top Guns, And W.P.

I said enough subliminals ya'll ain't fucking with me, Nah