Lyrics

INTRO: YOUNG BUCK


Sociopaths
Nothing is promised
but a lack a conscience
in this promised land
Persons of disorder
out of control in orderly fashion
fuck around money just keep the hits stacking


ink in the pen
poison in the well
Call my uncle sam
have him open this jail

Shit, wipe this tear
get my piss clear
reverse down alameda we two Paul Reveres

Grab
taxing every bag
squeeze corner bitches oranges like a stepdad

Never fails cut the budget
kick it on the summit
getting younger
Drink a 40 oz blood stain bucket

Sociopaths
Nothing is promised
but a lack a conscience
in this promised land
Persons of disorder
out of control in orderly fashion
fuck around money just keep the hits stacking

Straw man
scare all you crows
Big bad Bull flaring my nose

Two ways on the block
Heads on the coin
I bet Your bitch wants a blue eyed baby
in her loins

Sociopaths
Nothing is promised
but a lack a conscience
in this promised land
Persons of disorder
out of control in orderly fashion
fuck around money just keep the hits stacking