No more wine for me, no more dimes of weed
Cuz Im tryin to see, if my mind can reach
The level of the game that we die to see
Im talkin bout naturally where ya mind is free
See Im a dying breed, a country-fried emcee
I used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese
See it was bound to be, when theres mouths to feed
and theres bills to pay, somethin gotta give way
The way I feel today, I could care less
Cuz my mind is made, yeah my hairs a mess
I dont bother to shave, I walk around bare chest
like a candy face, like Im wearin a vest
I dare ya to test, I push a hundred-five reps
Showin off my pecs, triceps and biceps
Im all for the cause, ready to die next
Im all for the cause, ready to die next..
We dont even talk about it we live it, we live it
(How you gon tell me how to live my life?)
(Cant nobody tell me how to live my life)
And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it
(How you gon tell me how to live my life?)
(Cant nobody tell me how to live my life)
(This life?) - its mine
(Its yours?) - its mine
(Thats right) - its mine
(Thats yours) - this mine
Now ah, when I was a, young man
There was a couple of things poppa put in my head
Never; sit down when ya need to stand
Never; drink down all ya dreams and plans
Poppa, whats that inside ya glass?
"Dont do as I do boy, do as I ask"
See ah - do it right if ya gon do it that fast
and - dont do it if ya gon do it half-assed
Well, since then I been an over-achiever
Smoker and drinker, only I would opened my blinkers
And Im broke, so I guess I gotta choke on my finger
Cuz I need to come up, ah Im just a dreamer
A hustle schemer, these cops be corrupt like Rupp Arena
Try an bust my weiner, with these court subpeonas - petty misdemeanors
"Boy you aint worth..." like student like teacher
Same jeans in the spring that I strut in the fall
No comb, no fade, no nothin at all
Ill give a finger for the haters and one for the law
Sounds fine, Nappy Roots; a little somethin for yall
Get a dutch, jump the gultch, then stuff it with straw
Get higher than a motherfucker, deep in the call
Hit the liquor sto, makin mo, fifth and I pause
Get love tryna cut, got ya dick and balls
Awww, hell naw then broads at the wall
Big pimpin on a budget, tryna make it the mall
Thank the Lord, for just livin, makin the most
Scuse me, anybody got change I can borrow?
Dime? Caught a penny tryna get to the mall
Wanna buy me some ice too, slip it and fall
Oops silly me, big nuts and they gone
Didnt see that shit comin like a truck in the fall
Lemme hear ya say...
Nappy Roots see ya dawg, all my yeagaz...
Its that life B, gotta make that choice...
Its all on you...
Lemme hear ya say...
Lemme hear ya say...
Lemme hear ya say...
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