Lyrics:
The Other Shit
You Was Side By Side When I Was Sick
Early In The Mornin' Cookin' Eggs And Grits
You's Was The First One Up
You's Was The Last
it all
The loving, the laughter, still after years
Are kept alive in Jenny's souvenirs
Tickets from picture shows
Dried roses, Christmas bows
to Indiana
Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama
L.A., New York Yankee niggas to Hotlanta
Louisiana, all my niggas with "Country Grammar"
Smokin' blunts in
He has a senate hearing in this country
Coming up in a couple of weeks
And this is what he wants to do
He wants to make the warnings on the packs
and outlaws
Police na your frnd? we are Been killed by Force men in uniforms
Dem no dey protect citizens, na Only political convoys
Siren dey politician car,
blacks to
Running backs
Refuse chips in backs
Now Bill Gates
Wants his money back
Forged data
International money cleansing
Laundering
From country
a surplus
You look like you should be In a circus
Mmhmm clown here mate
Plus I heard you're not welcome 'round the estate
You, got run down by the young g's
went from past due bills
To 50 bands I'm getting better mail
Every sale I make I keep 100%
I put in overtime 'cause momma owes 100 in debt
That's low
weed
Drive-bys every day
Wonder what's goin' on
Here outside wit my muthafuckin' A.K.
Woah, what I'm gonna do when it's cold outside?
Ha, oh, woah
(How?)
I can get you knocked down by
A nigga want a nickel (uh)
Hail Mary (woo)
Make it look like Halloween up in February
(woah)
Birds in the trap singin'
flatulence
You're a flash in the pan
I'm an urban myth
Askin' for me just plead the fifth
See we some kids
Who picked up pens
And need some bills
Don't got no
American Dream, yeah my grandma used to pray for it
Growing up with nothing in a country that doesn't pay for it
Had to walk for miles just to keep
the 12th, the first day in a crib, he'd lay
George Washington, the 22nd, think it was Friday
Now, March, the first was Jackson, who on the 15th came
James
Sippin' on the Henn'
In the cut like cappuccino
Mike Amiri camo and my stick by Valentino
Every single night I make a
Movie like it's Vimeo
Heard these
Came from riches to richest that's business
Ever since we put the Paegan in Christmas
Secret wisdoms turned a man to god
Remember when religion used
you're doin' your thing too
I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions
Fuck the church up, by drinkin' at the communion
Spillin' free wine, now my
country folk in back woods (In them backwoods)
Attitude on shine (shine) ten toes I'm good to go
Walked out the front door and my car was on broke (On
to Indiana
Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama
L.A., New York Yankee niggas to Hotlanta
Louisiana, all my niggas with "Country Grammar"
Smokin' blunts in
sluggers to Hotlanta
Louisiana, gettin' paid off this "Country Grammar"
Smokin'- in Savannah, blow thirty mil' like I'm Hammer
Mmm, I'm goin' down,
cuz I need your bills
So those streams I'ma need to just reel 'em in
Fall in love with the green like I'm Peter Quill
Now if I don't make it then
Blinded by fame and luxurious days
Blinded by stardom and nefarious ways
Blinded by attention and all this pretension
A true artist is humble in his
I grew up in the country with mud and sand and snow
And I had to pass a bridge that had a river down below
And if you drove right pass the big house
the next day
So when I started making music
It was something in between
People didn't get what I was doing
Saying it's too country for pop and too pop
pray for long life
The life you're living in eh no be muscle
No be every finger get the same size
Nah turn by turn
Today is your turn oh
Amen
As long
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