Yeah.
From the heart of Appalachia came this young dumb goon
with a bottle and a bag and a hell of a tune.
Who the illest around?
I'm trying to carve up the home front,
find a dozen drops plugged into the clone blunt.
Cut myself a blank check and write a couple quotes,
and I hold it down like Goldberg between the posts.
Catch a break like Theismann and start rolling Hershey.
Bring the hat to him, Bronco Nagurski.
Verse me?
Your wordy verse be 13.
Welcome to the cypher where we hurt in your first dream.
Bad salt rappers burning bullets in they head wax.
Rap like Ricky Bobby,
shake and bake a punch track.
Whole camp on the horn heat,
flow dampened in point sheets.
Chug from the jug with a permanent press.
No time for me to slow up.
That's how your name blow up.
I'll be at the same party till the day of my death.
You only get one life.
I know it's so cliche.
Somebody hold my butt light while I roll this
jack.
Another one of those nights.
Another one of those days.
Open bottle after bottle.
Wash our
sorrows away.
You only get one life.
I know it's so cliche.
Somebody hold my butt light while I
roll this jack.
Another one of those nights.
Another one of those days.
Open bottle after
bottle.
Wash our sorrows away.
Hey yo, this is dedicated to the folks like me.
They like to drink
the cheapest alcohol and smoke like me.
To my hard working people living broke like me.
Raise a glass
if you think your life's a joke like me.
I keep it rolling like spokes on the wheels.
So envious of
all the folks with the deal.
Used to sell smoke just so I can get a meal.
Grown man hustle rap
doesn't pay the bills.
40 ounce guzzling lit what's up the cheat thrills.
I certainly define the term
and keep it * real.
Every time I drop a swerve drink behind the wheel.
Mortal Kombat I'm going in for the kill.
Hey yo I'm trill times a billion divided by one.
I take a rip for something funky rise as high as
the sun.
I got a cup of spike punch and your mama the
blunt and play Jumanji in my underwear whenever
I want.
You only get one life.
I know it's so cliche.
Somebody hold my butt light while I roll
this jack.
Another one of those nights.
Another one of those days.
Open bottle after bottle.
Wash
our sorrows away.
You only get one life.
I know it's so cliche.
Somebody hold my butt light while I roll this jack.
Another one of those nights.
Another one of those days.
Open bottle after bottle.
Wash our sorrows away.