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and lyrics and all instruments played by Sam Clanton)

precision
To profit off of my hobby
I'm funded by Uncle Sam
And please no I'm not in the ARMY
But damnit it's getting crazy
But it's scary cuz it's crazy when

gettin’ paid
I’m with a girl and I’m havin’ my way
By the end of the day go MIA
Now she all in my phone like the CIA

(HOOK)
Bitch I ball like MVP
That’s

the bad, the ugly everything is in His plan
Got off that block, I gave my life, I got up out that jam
Sin and death that's what you pay, that's word to Uncle

I've got a sister out in Ohio
It's like any good song ever written
Talks about it for miles
That place has got to be heaven
She said Sam it's here

Dr this pain and torture
Never will seem to fade
All the lamictal in the whole world
Can never heal all this pain
Before the Queen of the Desert

Blue eye friend send me beats
Err time she send it then you know im finna eat
I don't do no tricking I might take her for a treat
By the end

I play chess not checkers
These Jordan's not sketches
My bars be Lectures
Teach ya how ta make extras
Stacking blocks since tetris
Moving bows by

(nah) 
Guess it just comes with being southern 
Me versus the world, I ain't ever been outnumbered 
And I ain't quite hear you homie, speak up what you

like it fucking matters to you
And i could play it back if you wanna shatter in two
But i advise to abide by the blacks & blues
The facts you choose are

feelings
Or your emotions as they run super high
And the spoken word is not some microaggression
That must be policed by Uncle Sam, you, or I
And the ugly

not with your niggas
Pepe le pew a go stealing yo girl
Marvin the Martian is literally out of this world
Granny a cougar with pearls
Yosemite Sam a pull

me dripzophrenic
The world outside is not what it seems
But as long as I've got you by my side... That's right

Ballin' Like Mbappe, Ballin' Like

Ain’t playing
Ain’t playing
Ain’t playing
Every night I lay I look up granny face in them stars
God on right by my side he gettin rid of them scars

hungry and ready to eat
Cause I've been cooking up like Paula Dean in the quarantine
I'm labeled unessential (Hmmm) by someone non-essential
I can give

Look look listen
I'm from a jungle with a forest of affiliations
Next generation fascinated by that life we shapin'
It's hard to make it out this

y'all respect me or not
Cause Imma give all I got til the day that I drop
And before I leave this planet Earth I'll make sure that I'm not
Remembered by

(Verse) 

I know what it's like to feel weak, 

Hopefully maybe these words that I'm giving you now, 

Could put you at ease 



Im learning from things

like the gram
This world is getting 
Fucking touched by Uncle Sam 
They don’t get my humor 
Well you’re too bland
They want me out my spot
But I ain’t

the face of the fucking country
The common man conning his way with bags of contraband
We don't praise uncle Sam we rather keep all our cash in hand

was branded out by Uncle Sam
But maybe this is my new chance to introduce who I am

is I never see it hit the checks
Uncle Sam steady upping his percent
Been investing in my city but my city still a wreck

Feel me falling by

pretty girl, could hold the world at the center of yo dimples, Ariah
Aside from Saturday morning cartoons
The pregame walk-thrus
Don't tell me what not to,

only one with no reshoots
Ain't got time for six tries
My heart just ain't in shape to do this
In a world of Corey Cunninghams
I'm trying to find my Sam