Listen, first, you must travel, a long, road This road you shall travel, will seem like nowhere. That nowhere, will turn into Keep your head up Bubba, don't let get you down, Cause that road you will turn around
I've accepted every challenge, and risen to all A country boy got his shit like Randy Moss and Jason Perhaps some of numerals don't fit in ya'lls equation If your opinions coincide that you oughta save ??em Lookin' for the greatest Southern rapper, it period spirits they only keeping down a myriad Of Satan's substances, and my still my wisdom It never compromised that between God and I Never once forgotten my Cause my ma'ama played in public in Alabama But she had a diff'rent plan for me, russ and Thank the for Jimmy Mathis, pops he must remember us Are you really down when other clowns disappear Taught me how to set the scope, shoot and leave the deer Man made me drink the blood, and showed me was precious The muddy road nowhere to somewhere is my direction
I know what like to be nowhere I know what like I know what it's like to be I what it's like
Can you relate five kids, six fish sticks on the All writin' to Santa Claus, I guess he got the list too Or to catch the fish you bait the with lil' Dylan's poo-poo On Mr. Allen's property, he catch you, he shoot you Let these cats amuse you comical depictions But where I'm from being broke is no honorable some Jimmy Carter, but we never even voted But is still slum, so you best believe we told it Every five armed from to 30-30's And from live watch to live stock they pays the birdy Thus we worked the land like you the block with yayo But I choose keys over cattle cause the way more But I might get locked away peddling the sno cones So we keep it simplified with papers of that It's the finest that you can find on this side of Memphis From east nowhere to somewhere still the grind is endless
It all comes to this, one last chance to advance Beyond the second round of the big dance, all my Of being viewed as something special, more than the other one We'll vanish from the papers and the plague the South has from The world's weight a ton, restin' on my shoulders But what's attractive, to ease my nerve, is blessed to the Cause incredible, but did I really need to say this For ya'll to my soul at rest and add me to your playlist But this time I may just, and clear that hurdle man Cause there's gonna be a million more, who knows if they'll be worth a K, I surely am, with that silky kinda sound Carson Daily host it out, I'll be early for this time I've come to far for my own mistakes to quell me Cause looking back at self improvement an aching ailment Cause nothing they can me will get me somewhere in a hurry If I'm nowhere, then that will leave me no more need to worry