Clean South

Ne time though That's a lie I did mo' Different guy Today though Fresh air In my lungs Yet to Play that drum Talk shit It don't even reach my feet Hand on the thighs Then the out cry I ain't got started yet, aye Hell of guy, dick thick as pie I ain't got started yet, aye Nothin to find, It's hangin' low as a mine You can look It in the eyes Scared? I get that all the time Sippin' on forties 139th Won't be important When I'm 39 Puttin' this bread up Gamblin' price Panera soup for Hangover cures Threw the pills back up I was almost fucked Poison in my cup Imma try my luck Depression my slut 'Cause she warm enough Tryna get these butts Slappin' on my nuts Hearin' static Yeah aye Til' you ratchet Classic Huh, I'm a savage Aye, yuh, gotcha Honda Civic Vroomin, yeah Stuck in the plastic Break in them tools They days old Walkin the journey A vein Poppin' out yo skull Cause a nigga raw He got that apple sauce Mott's in your lunch box And make you call law No probable cause Or cause I put these paws All on your mamas