Lyrics:
family's casualties up, I'm faded
I'm playing
These niggas don't be no gangster, they be paying it, yeah
Extortion ain't dead, it just moved to the county
streets, they are country hippies
I'm mixed hip hop and RNB
Forever rooted in the Redwood's that's my family
Humboldt county, Piercy California, our
on a reservation
Workin' at the service station
Pumpin' gas and passin' time
We caught a train down to Harlan County
Thinkin' we were awful lucky
Just to walk
Then flee the county
Country to Country
Come see the Nazi from the refugee
All Star in the clup pay the V.I.P.
Show me love BCC in
Then flee the county
Country to Country
Come see the Nazi from the refugee
All Star in the clup pay the V.I.P.
Show me love BCC in
or their traits
Why they think I'm born in Dade I'm Broward County born and raised
Nothing but love for Miami 305 my area code is 954 county come find me
I
Then flee the county
Country to Country
Come see the Nazi from the refugee
All Star in the clup pay the V.I.P.
Show me love BCC in
Thuggin', livin' flagrantly, County court got a date for me (come on)
I'm comin' home, she leavin' for service, I hope she pray for me
Now they can't play
Check it out (Con-Con-Conductor)
Yeah, Con, you know I got you
My brother, for real
This family right here, yeah
Like a Vietnam vet, I'm still
line
And I hope I can make it back in time
For the Sunday service with my family
So my gal won't leave me
But when I got back they were already gone
So
T T
He's got so much to say
In his repulsive way
He uses social media
Twenty-four hours a day
He says he rules with heart
The families ripped apart
Remember
in the dirt
But it's a full circle of life cause how we still end up in service nigga
And I'd be damned you try and turn me to a servant
Trying to send
it up
Give a fuck bout they gang never heard of em
He want war I'm on edge bet I murder him
Family crying the morg gotta service them
Got his bitch she
dreams to be perfect, I know I'm worth it and deserving
I need to be in Sunday service, getting filled with the Holy Spirit
But instead I'm at work
the lord eyes
Living thru some shit
That's probably tuff and make the lord cry
Will I just Be that man that my lil family can depend on
Or be the one in
me and my family
Countin' up the M's
If you need me, then I'm on the way
Yeah, I'm in the car dashin' like I'm Kim
I need to hit up that Sunday service
(look at that redneck)
Redneck octopus
(Look at that redneck, look at that redneck)
Now he's working for the city in the Dallas County Fair
See that
Yeah I remember we used to go to my Grandma's church back in Brunswick county
You know the paster doing his thing
Babies crying doing their thing
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