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Honestly something has gotten into me lately I don't mean to go so hard but damn the industry makes me We done created something epic, now they all wanna take it All they see is dollar signs and return from my fucking greatness Well, bitch I ain't for sale and I damn sure ain't just show and tell And there ain't no motherfucker that's alive right now that's gonna come top me on this scale 'Cause I'm connected to the time and y'all connected to the phones How many followers all of y'all got and how many hoes y'all taking home On that little boy shit, I came into this world like fully grown 'Bout to turn 26 and I already customized my tombstone My casket look like a Cadillac so when I lock this only door Arms crossed, eyes shut, people gonna look at me and say, "Good Lord"
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Hey I'm soul-searching the sole purpose There's no certain curtain I'm supposed to emerge in Before the show opens a microphone is coated With the truth of a man that's older than he leads on to be spoken But maybe the Illuminati is on the way that he's flowing, heh (Blade)
Yeah, fuck a record deal, said that a thousand times Ditched in, I write a thousand rhymes Got a lot of people trying to give advice Honestly they should probably take mine I'm dressing like I'm headed to the CMAs Rolling in a car took 20 on the dash Glovebox got a pistol and a bunch of cash June beside me got an extra cup of nash [?] smoke his Mary Jane about the glass Thousand dollar suit don't cover white trash Tattoos on my finger, I'm okay with that I'm from the woods but dirty dirty on the map Tennessee all the way to Alabama Kentucky, Florida, Georgia and Indiana We about to party like Louisiana I'ma make it rain like hurricanes are comin' Really got some nerve doing what I do Writing songs like motherfuck the rules Playing in front of hundreds, some pissed off But I'ma make it man regardless of the cost The only person that could kill me is myself As legendary as underground'll ever get A Nashville man that you could never go forget And when I'm done you know I'll be well-dressed, bitch
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