Lyrics:
our own whiskey and our own smoke, too,
Ain't too many things these old boys can't do...
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine,
And a country boy
at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself
Some take the right and, some take the left
But lo and behold, what do I see?
In the distance, some resistance
[Chorus]
own smoke too
Ain't too many things these
Old boys can't do
We grow good ol' tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can
Talkin' that drive-by shit
Everybody talkin' that gangsta shit
Talkin that drive-by shit
Everybody talking that gangsta shit
Slaves to the rhythm
Task, now who's the jack ass?
Keep my shit cocked, 'cause the cops got a Glock too
What the fuck would you do, drop them or let 'em drop you?
I chose
bucks mane x 3.... aye, I guess times don’t change
Fly high fly high fly high fly high, Days in my life pass by, all I do is get money stay high, Fly
Once I was a gamblin' man
I kept my pistol by my hand
Got my work done by the light of the moon
Evil deeds made up my mind
I traded peace for
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
the buck
I ain't tryna ride with niggas okay
Nah I can't get high wit niggas okay
I stand out not by them niggas okay
I come from the bottom nigga okay
So
won't
Say with me
We know
We gotta keep going
Toppling, falling
Then get up again
And keep haulin'
Doubt my ambition
By my love for mariuhana
But I check
Exceptional by others standards
Invest in those who's bold not slanted
Limbo with the ultimatums
Zero Chances
Dancing
Dancing
Jayson Tatum antics
Ball is
fuckin' homo, we still remember
There once was a man who liked to jump around (jump around, yep)
But he got too old to jump up and down (up and down, so
pussy with my fathers features
Puff heavenly, see me at 6"1, weigh a buck 70
Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be
Packed in like Green Bay
pussy with my fathers features
Puff heavenly, see me at 6"1, weigh a buck 70
Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be
Packed in like Green Bay
Ghosty
Mmhmm
The Trident keep bootin' my drum in
I'm goin' to trial, it's all or nothin'
Blacked out cars and we leave no trails
Buck into us,
be too late, the punk might escape
And buck while, and in fact, bite my style
And I'm-a catch a bullshit charge, plus trial.
It's my thing
It's another holiday
I ain't taking none off
I been working by the bay
Never took a day off
Now she asking where I stay
Can't wait till we getting
I got sand all by my bath water, candles by my wine glass
Women all on my time, imagine how my time pass
They say them freaks come out at night
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
rid of me
Up in Donatella's crib, me and like ten hoes
Call from the cell phone, give me that Enzo
I know what your thinkin' yeah me too
Okay,
to a buck
Rick owens denim we having it on
Smoking exotic loud this shit having me blown
Bape shit ape shit going King Kong
I'm way too high I can't pick up
Jack City
Set it off with the eighty-fity
Y'all missin' the buck, what the fuck?
Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough b-
Lemme see ya
me slide by Kristy's
Swoop up like Frisbees
Too damn fresh for being MC
Sucked up game, pursued my role
And slid to a beauty never G'd before
Let's
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