Lyrics:
country to be part of
And here's to the schools of Mississippi
Where they're teaching all the children that they don't have to care
All the rudiments
Deadliest school shooting since Sandy Hook
On Valentine's Day yesterday in Florida, it tore legs
It's 5:30 AM, the news has been on since I've been
bounce
Anyway I want, private jet, get it out
Will bread do? You know what Tim about?
Ferrari 599, windows tinted out
I, I, I'm the man, my, my beats
rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
tape popped
Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin'
tape popped
Smokin' weed in Bambu, sippin' on Private Stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin'
you kidding me?
My resume is thicker than Nicki
I'm busy-busy
I remember doing halftime at Jackson
Mississippi wasn't drivin' Cadillac then
But shit
to disappear
Take a trip out the country
If you not with me, you working against me
Cut all the people off like a city
Mama took my to private school
I was
Mississippi ain't too far we took that drive back in December
No indictments no excitement when this all you rap about
Switch up the flow and close the do' you
back at school
Who are you
Who are you
Who are you
Who are you
Lay down every night knowing that you hate me
Lay down every night knowing that you betray
enough to get invited to any private school parties
Rich kids waiting for their turn to talk
Look what my parents bought me!
There's really not much to see
Nonprofit, cleaning money
Kids to school, learning subjects
Signing deals, my niggas eating
Putting on Memphis, Tenne'
Puttin' trust in niggas I call my
weed in Bambú
Sippin' on Private Stock way back
When I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh ha, duh ha
You
Had the shotty, had the spinners, don't forget about them semis
I can think I had more s's than Mississippi
They hit you on the bed, now you're
on Private Stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin Duke? duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip
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