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want to be a legend huh?

Ever since I started rapping I wanted that legend status
When my rhyme was on the line I'd bare hand it like Evan Gattis

acknowledge 
My part now we're parted never to return 
But I won't forget the things I learned 

Let's seee there was 
Manny 
Tyler 
Evan 
That one guy

for people who got my own back
Hitting the road and I'm doing it all by myself
And I'm dope
Hope that I cope
And I never lose hope
Hope that I marry

might as well stab me with that knife
Watch me bleed, and become a lowlife
Pray to God that we'll feel better by the morning
And you know Evan still be

the way that I’m hitting it
She’s sucking
She’s twisting
She ain’t stopping till I finish
AYYY
I’m billing it
Bro hopped out
He’s drilling it
AYYY
She’s

Country Life

Boondox

Krimson Creek

2008

Sittin down by the river bottle of Grits mill
Double fistin evan williams steady climbn heavy hill
This is what it's all about I couldin ask for nuthin

Light a zoom up on the road lights 
When the pain hitting where your home hides
Got a couple story's make your soul cry 
They just keep on saying I'm

Lysol?)
I'm wreck less, resident of Texas
Put it down for the west too
I'm a Cali-Tex, I'm a mess this
Two by two's, I'm so lyrical
It's that Jamba Juice,

hey man check that beat
By the time we reached the top of Monteagle
I thought I heard a rumbling sound
And then I saw a sign that said falling rock

you know we are not missing
We right back for the top, and that's the spot I'm hitting
Not scared to take no loss if in the end I'm winning
Trying to be

one's up to no good
You're long gone now too though I wish that you weren't
You'd think by now that I might could have learned

Keep off of the fire roads

I had her first
You was acting mad thirst 
Nobody wanted her by the time you hit it
I hit the road when I was finished with it
We only hang out when

Loved by grand momsin the slum
Where poverty dey echo
For Jenta
Weekends you dey come rukuba road
To spend time
I heard your daddy was a fly OG
A naval

never touching my hands
So up in this game, boy why in the fuck would I need an advance
Let's take a ride, I'm hitting the road, he
Tryna get high, but

this shit by myself
I been hustling finessing, and jugging since I was 12

When I jump off the porch I was trapped on the road
You rolling let's ride

will Never be
Yeah it's my time yeah my time why they hitting my line
You niggas can't come by yeahh my dime shorty so fine
Fuck her till it's daytime

hectic
I'm a big shark and I'm swimming in the trenches
I only get money give a fuck what you repping
This that stick talk, yeah I'm surrounded by these

a code
This whole experience is showing me now
That I was just meant for a life on the road
I been fuckin around all the time and I hear what you tell me

hitting at Ja from what it sound like
Shit niggas hitting at rule, don't even sound right
Like I'm that nigga that went platinum damn near over night
You're

of these niggas don't know how to live, Watch Your back, play by facts, stay strapped, pack bullets to give, I'm hitting up your man, and Stalking your crib,

to road
Crank up another high tune cause that’s just how we roll
I don’t even push it because I’m getting drove
I just post up with a sack commence

Hey
Hello
I was just hitting the road
Why you keep callin my phone
Why you won't leave me alone
I swear they only miss you whenever you gone
Like

to riches got make sure we eat
Hold me down it was just you & me
Hitting licks we was splitting for 3
Road running I chasing the cheese
Bag came, pay 2 pay in

to the sun
Ya, ya, ya

Released by
Evan W. Craig