Lyrics:
grew up in the south
First name reppa, small town steppa
Always had drive, big body Tesla
I.e. never on cruise
Sleep on me, but I never press snooze
Nah
alive
So I bought an old house-trailer out on the countryside
You can't write country songs in town they say
We packed up and moved out there
with these bars just to end you
I think I'm on a roll and I don't care if I offend you
Everybody round town gonna known my name
Cause I'm balling real
New things excite me
Space travel outta bounds outta town
Up and out the compound
Need new sights a little change of scenery
Abstract shit that
brighter than evеr
And I’m just showing you the way to him call me a reflector
Or rather a child of God no longer confused by frauds
A child, humbled by
town, Amy
Amy I know you don't have to show your affection
'Cause the big boys like you and to you I'm an infection
So if you don't want me around
I
belong to you
Keep yo' hands off her
Told ya don't ya dare to touch her
Know she don't belong to you
She got some little bitty hands
An them great big
stand to lie
Find me chasing dreams y'all can't ever find me standing by
Respect my elders while I filter through their bad advice
They always have
swings
Friday night lights and yelling
For the home team
A place so small you'll miss it if you blink
I really miss that little town
But does it ever miss
you!"
And my dick felt long and hard
"I am the man for which no God waits
But for which the whole world yearns
I'm marked by darkness and by blood
And one
Little n*gga from the DMV, witness me
People dissing me, it don't shiver me
Little n*gga from the DMV, witness me
People dissing me
Little n*gga
vibes and take off those baggy clothes
Yeah let’s start fresh, change it up a bit, you know?
Yeah I’m fine with that, but I don’t mess with Old Town
Let me start by saying it was the biggest small town I ever seen before,
Few hundred thousand people in a little ag city nestled on the valley floor.
lock and I load
"Pop Shit" explode
Dot, Big Sean, Electron', feel like I gotta "Control"
My music connect with the people
Just bridgin' like the top
In a one bedroom apartment
On the humble side of town
There stands a little Christmas tree
It looks a lot like Charlie Brown's
And underneath
the gangster
And oh kathleen johnson sweetheart
I'd like to thank you
Little hoes out there are getting stuck,
By niggas like me and we really don't give a fuck!
from miles around
In my lonely room I sit
cnd watch all the pretty girls leave town
There's not much to do here
It's a sleepy little place
Where no-one
make it big
On god I think I found my gig
Yo Sam I think I found my niche
Ya boi is 'bout to
Take this bitch by storm
Not my final form
But I'm-a reach
Back at 13 I can recall
Being young and dumb wasn't our fault
Time really flying right by
I remember back in middle school bumping Logic's old songs
settle this
No, you are not my friend, lil bitch
Don't fuck with hoes just like I'm celibate
Album of the year for the hell of it
I say, oh my, oh my, oh
to capitalise, puts pressure onto the Demon (Laugh). Blue Blood is getting out of there as fast as he can. Little Red is going out of the ring as well, but not by
Riding in the Hood
Heard the Big Bad Wolf said he never used the n-word
He huffs and puffs, he'll snuff you in an alley
But the Three Little Pigs scurry
little games.
Fell in love, she was the friend of a sister,
of somebody famous - at least for a day.
Expensive habits and a taste for the town,
had
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
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