Lyrics:
Jim to the dogs, Peter to the dance.
A cousin of mine goes potholing,
A cousin of here's loves Joe Dolan.
Summer comes around each year,
We go there
On them twenty inches and you ask her how much she want
(How much you want bitch) And you got a beat that goes with it
Sweet, sweet love
And she says I
On them twenty inches and you ask her how much she want
(How much you want bitch) And you got a beat that goes with it
Sweet, sweet love
And she says I
through the layers of smog
Feeling down by law like I was Jim Jarmusch
Pictures in my brain just like Diane Arbus
Too much combustion gets my brain
like you was wonder the bread
Sheek, Zeke, hell rell and I got some in the feds
I contradict what ever the government says
For them boys on my back wit
I've got mine
I don't need your love
To carry me through this life
I've got mine
I got mine
I don't need your love
To carry me through this life
I got
the wrath of my pen
You can tell I got now by
The words on this page
I got too big for the corner so
I brought it to the stage
I got man A.R. with me
Y'all know him as J.R. but I call him A.R.
Cuz the boy'll air ya out in 4 seconds B
Ay yo Writer, let's go
Funk Flex, Writer's
I been going on go for a long time I been going on go I want all mine I been going on go for alone time I been going on go go I been going on go I
trillionaire
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down
Nigga, I fuckin' hustle, nigga, I
the bones
We eatin' game year round at home
Prime cut was hunted or raised by our own
We got bobcats, bear, and deer running
The trees tell me secrets
date
Running late
10 years from now I'll buy some real Estate
Bitch got a baby by a bum so why u Curving me
I Mix the Henny with tequila now I
By any means necessary
Couple million buried in the cemetery
Beamer, Benz or Bentley, jealous niggas envy
Got me grippin' heavy 'case a nigga
like the way that you move
(Oh my)
I really got nothing to do
(Oh my love)
Hi, and by myself I would do fine
(Oh my)
But we look better in twos right?
I got next it's my time
I got next to get mine
I got next i'm on my grind
I got next i'm gonna shine
I got next it's my time
I got next to get mine
I
too small
So I got used to not fitting
If the sunsets
I'm still standing by your side
As long as your by mine
We gonna be alright
And if the sunsets
Slip by I'm just doing what I gotta and I
Get by, dripping sickened by the trauma but I
Get mine, and I'ma do it how I wanna
Said I, I get mine
I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got no money, ain't got no class
Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling
Ain't got no hurt, ain't
guitar flashy, like my old country greats
And im about tru lovin, i aint about that hate
I get by with with I got and I aint askin around
Shoes glued
(If you mine, I need you by my side, I need you be my side)
Lil ma I need you by my side, by my side
Dreamin' bout my life if you were mine, you were
Take off your armor
Friend of mine
I have no arrows
But I got time
All your sorrow
Keeps you glued to your seat
Can we get you out of your head
Oh, with all ya got in ya, boys
Dig up Virginia, boys
Mine, boys, mine ev'ry mountain
And dig, boys, dig 'til ya drop
Grab a pick, boys
Quick, boys
Nigga, I'm bustin me locs, but I'm hittin em down with jokes
Y'all niggas on the rope, got your ho on da scope
Bitches watching me, jockin me, nigga
the night
Funny how y'all called us monkeys in those Jim Crow lies
I mean laws , the ones that restricted us from many things
Crazy how the U.S. Is
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