We gonna this down and roll a blunt
Since the seventh grade I was told I would never Hopeless, I would be dead or in jail Destined to But I done to far to turn back Just poor white trash from the wrong side of the I to add and subtract And I never went To that lil' I had been sent to Find some I could get in to Been through more by the time I was Then most people go through they thirty I'm the motherfucking dirty ( dirtyyy ) Trouble-maker, hard-headed In one ear and out the I got a brother named Different daddy same Remind me of when I was younger bad motherfucker My told me son it's time to down Momma baby's a player and I get around I be up all night gone on Hennessey and weed The only thing that helped me deal with all this jealousy and
If I had a dollar for all of wanna see me in my grave I could just up and move away And spend the rest of my days getting If I had a for every time Somebody tried to insult my I'd be in the islands fine money sipping some champaign
Wooo, inhale the weed smoke, my tension I was a bad boy, in and out of detention I grew up making bargains to get back on the I concentrated on just to get back on my feet I'm minded, saw my people progress Paranoid, I'm underneath a bullet proof Staying stressed, peeping out the knowing death is certain I know killers is lurking Ha, Ha, Smirking I ride by they broke ass I aint stunting 'em, they aint making no cash I'm gonna let them checks accumulate We so good it there's nothing you can do but hate
If I had a for all of y'all That wanna see me in my I could just up and move away And spend the of my days getting paid If I had a for every time Somebody tried to insult my I'd be in the islands fine Counting money sipping champaign
I gotta be I'm get my ass killed with strap kneel Cause over the years it's bad here in Nashville This one's for the that lost they life up on the battle field Way before the deals we pack steal, that's real Dropped a CD at every club Out to get me thinking I'm a million dollar But at night I can't sleep, I toss and Visions of Benz's be and money being burned I might not hit the billboard but I'm it crunk And I get much love in Beechwood and lil Will's You know no eastcoast to may not see that I get big love I be at, Bitch believe that So setbacks I got to try to overcome I another sip of liquor just to keep me numb I know these haters love to catch me buck me and laugh While that AK 47 cut me in half
Yeah, then you up you hater Why don't you do something with your Get boy, get up off yo ass Stop on me and mine and get ya own That's the hell you need to do Bring the hook boy
If I had a for all of y'all That wanna see me in my I could pack up and move away And the rest of my days getting paid If I had a dime for One of y'all to insult my game I would
First you know, Stak'll be a millionaire What couldn't I do if I had ( Ha, ha, ha, ha ha )