Lyrics:
She lives inside a glass house across the lane
The walls are full of photographs she saved
All the children wave on their way to school
They've
survive (what happened?)
I was sittin' in the county, the niggas I fronted didn't help, they ain't send me a dime (fuck 'em)
These niggas be cap, the way
machinery
County takes my land
Once I could grow from field to field
Now it's dry like sand
At times it seems that all my plans
Slip on by through crippled
of the tiger
When the lion roars
Tire marks
I am God
I am yours
Times is hard
I could kill me a nigga
If I go to private school
Move to Orange County
Go cop me
I have a collect call from beep an Inmate
At County detention facility
If you would like to accept this call
Please press 4
Look I don't know what
Like a Dade County Nigga with the golds all in my mouth
Like a Dade County Nigga with the golds all in my mouth
Like a Dade County Nigga with
County High School Wearing a black hoodie with the words "Revenge" on it
White had just come out as bisexual to his parents and friends
And it wasn't long
know you
The most beautiful thing from El Reno High School
And a broke down old auto mechanic may not have a chance
But do you wanna dance?
I'm gonna
and I got knocked out
I guess you're gonna miss a lot of school
Yeah, you looked a damn sight older
That night up on the hill
If I'd have knowed
and Daddy for the big picture
Ways of gettin richer, mister quick to hit your sister
I'm ballin in the Green County on chrome
I slip brothers on the deck
'Cause they ended up shootin', but we started off just fightin' (free 'em)
I been through them prisons, nigga, I been in them counties (I been in them
I don't play with niggas, keep that shit from round me
I'm a Grady baby, 303 that's Fulton County
I don't play with niggas, keep that shit from
round
that I forget
You had the green eyes of a starlet and you asked me for a cigarette
My pinup dreams for high school queens went out with Monday's mail
out of central bullets
County jails and the lock downs up north
Said I should have it if Scarface pass the torch
Thats how they feel Jack, built much
through the Flying J
We're passing through the Flying J, redneck county
We're going to the race today
Tell me stories all night long
The 'copters
the guys crazy
Biggest bitch they'd ever seen
But they were just so Orange County
Disneyland and Newport Beach
Last of the Debutantes
They were part
The Reverend had his wife done in by a guy I knew in High School
He and a friend should do her in and make it look like a robbery
"Here's money
got a little bitty school K through twelve
Smack dab center of the county
Ain't even big enough for a football team
Yea I know that might sound crazy
all
His jokes were the talk of the county
He knew how to make people laugh
I cried all the way to Kentucky
And then I smiled all the way back
did we re-elect
Voting democrats disgusting why did we fucking select
LGBTQ in the school systems causing child neglect
I think it's about time we put
But these schools increase tuition fees
Grades are slipping
Government policies are poor to see
Lack of employment opportunities
Shoddy says she ain't
or the highway
So we set out on the loose
Yeah, we did it our way, the hard way
They don't teach that shit in school
We shot out lights and stop signs
stick and move
That's all I wanna do
Ever since middle school
I've been finessing fools
Young nigga keep the tool
Toolie ain't keep it cool
They need
are obsessed with old school chevys
We call 'em verts and donks, some we call box chevys
Seven-duece, seven-trey, seven-four, seven-five
M-I-A-M-I
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