Lyrics:
me seven six twos inside that drake will tear up the whole county
Been tryna change but I been feelin like the devil won't allow me
Verse:
Lyssa
I met the Devils daughter
Way down in the holler
In Pike county
Where the coal used to flow
She said I know you boy,
I've seen your kind around here
to my county, so the city is my diary
They know what I speak,
That shit be in my genes
I'm a prophet, my environment's a product of me
Take it back
Palm trees and sunshine
Good vibes down the coast line
But it's a new town
When the sun goes down
six one nine, eight five eight, and the seven six O
sumn'
Why you showing off when you with your friends
Tell me sumn'
Why bother you when I ain't giving in
Hoe I'm from the county, I'm a east end nigga
You
magic
green light take a ride dirt road
Here we go
I feel like the whole wide world is shining down on me
Right off a county road seven with
rock, run 'em with blocks in 'em
Fresh out the county, I'm boxin' 'em
Moved on up and bought a continental, nigga, with knock in it
Now I'm rockin' it,
On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand
Haha, 6 6
Money or the fame can't change me
I'ma still be the same me
I'll let my own mama fuckin' hang me
Write it in the books, I'm a crook
Tell
nothing but a memory, he used to be a friend to me
said he never die but now he's 6 feet deep, with a tombstone
oh my god my brothers gone
and I don't
red heads
You can keep your brunettes too
I want to girl that's semi intelligent
Gimme a blonde that's six feet two boy
And that ain't all
I had
the rain
and i'll be wearing them county clothes
wearing them county clothes
yes the jury found me guilty
i heard that gavel sound
and the only friend
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get
the porch when I was like six
Uncle Bobby got the house raided back in 9-6
Kick in the door
K9's all in the kitchen way before I even heard of Mike Vick
Momma
me in Alaska for six months in the dark
In my heart I know sun still shine
Still got a skill to be found in a gold mine
I got an appetite for habitual
full of gangstas
Move in with a room full of gangstas
I'm the nigga with 6 valley
Bitches walking out the teli
You the nigga eating that banana on belly
when I was like six
Uncle Bobby got the house raided back in 9-6
Kick in the door
K9s all in the kitchen way before
I even heard of Mike Vick
Momma in
Another score, another script
Another pick six
Another shorty on the strip
Tryna hit a quick lick
Another forty on my hip, another forty-fifth
We ran it up
I will never go full broke (that's right)
I been trying to mind my business
I swear I've wanted it since six years old
Tell myself, "Work hard,
6 in tha morning, police at my door
Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor
Out my back window I make my escape
Didn't even get a chance
to blaze up this blil
I've been savin' since county jail
Put on my street clothes
Took off my county blues
Put on my free throws
Kick off my shower shoes
Friday night, pom pom
Redneck, hip hop
County courthouse clock
Beauty shop turnin' off that open sign
Anywhere the crossroads hit
(Anywhere the crossroads
to clown me
Had to wear my brother's clothes, them shits used to drown me
6 years passed now I'm banging in the county
Niggas that used to talk shit won't
around was a thug
Thought he was a shooter, thought he was tough
Found his body coolin' out in the cut
Shit, Fulton County, fifty cal' in the tuck
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