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Look mama no hands, I'm standing on top of a mother fucking 100 grand.
They took a shot, Airball. You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all!
Yela how's it goin, oh man, I'm standing on top of a motherfuckin' 100 grand
They took a shot, Airball. You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all!


Ain't no reason to quit, what the fuck I look like
To put a cease and I desist on the sleep that I spit, shit
Bitch, I believe in my rents (parents), enough to believe in my kids
Won't be home till Christmas
Chevy's on the wish list, no Santa clause, no man won't pause
I'm stuck in play like a Fair Ball
Know you love to call it foul, Saying Hip Hop ain't in the South
But these country rap goons got your bitch in a back room with an open mouth ah
But sacrifice it all and Lord knows it
Put my life on the bulls eye and make a camera jealous of my focus
And that's shady if you ain't notice
The thangs loaded, I put that on my great granddaddy named Otis
in a traffic jam I got my lane open
So they came with the same token you did and cracked the bank open
When they said the rap game was in the drought
I was swimming in so much dope I had break my life jacket out, Like

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Get a work out bitch, run your lips
I know you'd dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon
Just to see me trip
Your window shopping and can't see the gift
When the Sheila's in front of your face
Like ce-ment in between the bricks
If the world had name for me, I'd be Slumerican
This whole shit started out rigged
Bitch, bet I can
And I'd do it with a Casio and a famer's tan
And On the top of a hundred grand, uh bet I'll stand
And I made it through cause I had heart
Waking up to roaches in my cereal box
Buddy, that's a bad start
Food stamps in the Pathmark
While some of these bitch ass rappers will take a dick and say they had it hard
Don't make one of these slums come intercept you
Enter your dorm room and Pump you, you internet goon
I'm spring loaded with the soul of an old man
drinking a fifth and steering with my knee in an old van like hey

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A couple of loose screws ain't stopping a train from moving
A couple of bucks short of a bill and I'm still one hundred proofing
under the heat like I been metal roofing
In a trench coat and a black hoody
head banging to heavy metal music
I'm now on, thank God Bama its home
Throwing rocks out the window on 20
that's a milestone.
Hello tomorrow, yesterday is now gone
I dedicate this song to me , Fuck how wrong
shoes laced up with a mainstream base up
with the same team that I came up wit, Mayn what!
Changed the game up like a change-up
with the pain that I drain onto
bitch you better remain slumped, Mayn what!
Used to help Weezy pack up 50 pounds
Green bay packin a bowl of Roll-Soul pack in the couch
Cause the landlord used to kick me out
But I went from packing my house to packing your house, Bitch. Like..

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