Mcqueen Fiend

“Mcqueen Fiend” (Remix) Verse 1- Caskey Got it out the mud They caught my hands red but That’s because they covered in the blood Of my enemies they sucking up my energy enough Yeah this gun light But its gonna heavily erupt Ima gods child But my bank like a Rothschild They see the balance probably wonder why I’m hostile They hear the verse and can’t believe that its a freestyle I freed myself from selling powder 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 Im beating down the door for everything that we desire Im in the house and doing kush ups You wanna see a star? Well then come and look at me You don’t look up Im plugged in its effortless for me to get the hook up And just as effortless for me and Yelawolf to cook up Ima McQueen fiend I never turn on the team I turned the tv off to turn up my own dreams I turned the book of faith Im burning it at the seems And I look nice but everything aint what it seems Hook- Caskey Ima McQueen fiend I’m lit Im off lean Im gone 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 Im moving through the city at my own speed Man I heard that y’all was hating on the new ride You just mad I aint the old me Verse 2 - Yelawolf 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