Lyrics:
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Ice blue cool, top lip frostbit (Frostbit)
The soundbite Clark Gable on my cable bill
(Damn)
Bill Cosby on my couch out in Nashville
(Tenessee)
Plum
The IRS callin' your phone, boy, it might be a bill collector
The tax man ringin' your phone, girl
They're here to extract your nectar
The IRS
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
on that asphalt
Looking dingy and cracked out
[?] Whistlin' Dixie, I run it in the south
Shit I'm the Conor McGregor of country rap, that is evident
I
on
Tuck it by the waist like thick bitches putting a skirt on
Oh, ima country ass thug ass nxgga
It is what it is fuck what it was ass nxgga
Raised
country
(told the truth)
The stars and stripes and an apple for mommy
(for one day)
Conservative say: there ain't no black in the union jack
Democrat
we have sunshine
Ice Cube wanted me to pass his along
His new album for you to
Hear if you have time oh, most definitely
Plantin' our seeds in
of the best directors in the country
Like Harve, Ar T (?), Cazh (?), and the MacDonald brothers Luke and Nick
Around 2010, I started working with a guy by
barefoot in the streets, on the beach
E'o Brasil - this is Brasil
Pais porrada - hardcore country
Brasil, Pais Porrada
As torcidas - organized soccer
payin' the rest of them fools
All around the world in the other countries
They should be spendin' that money right here
In the state of California
You
can't pay your bills, now I don't care
I'mma go and spend your rent on underwear
I'm in Saks Fifth, used to shop at Sears
I've been poppin' pills
the country picks
D:Martin Van Buren number eight
For a one-term shot as chief of state
Y:William Harrisson, how do you praise
That guy was dead in
Yea
Too many fakes my crew hesitate been fooled by the fakes we knew
Gotta come prove that's a fact that you not a rat get rolled in a pack like dude
whatever fee or publicity never lose your integrity
For years there's been surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in I'm the realest nigga on this
won them by a landslide
They come ends, get boyed then try to bill us
I don't beg friends, you can fly with no proppelers
They don't like man, but
your lady friends
I’mma bring my niggas and we can get it in
She like to pop pills, I like to pop steel
And leave a bitch ass nigga
With a doctor bill
jail and the welfare lines
And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country
Until I found out Bill Gates had all the money
And the media
good seeds grow
In my six string world
Got some buddies and a good lookin' girl
Gotta porch with a hell of a view
Where we sit and play them country
found a redneck in his blood
And said, "Heck, country western rap records are good!"
So he picks a guitar up and he strums a few notes
He can't rap,
etc.
Oh my my, oh hell yes
Cowboy boots and a little country dress
Later in the night they play the final song
Last call for alcohol then the lights
whatever fee or publicity never lose your integrity
For years there's been surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in I'm the realest nigga on this
Peoples' eyes closed like envelopes by folk membership
With unpaid doctor bills, framed got shot and killed
Cock, pop and pilled
Three-tenth cotton steel
than raw denim, my flow you can't identify
Talib said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by
Two words, Mos Def, in my headphones
Black on one
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
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