Lyrics:
were Dying
Or JT Carolina in My Mind
I’m a mixtape unpredictable list
No rhyme or reason to what song comes next
I’m a little bit country little bit
man's sorrow is another viewer's joy, how odd...
So many babylonauts livin' in a money age
Not any scruples if a dollar, God superseded by gold
Channel
Welcome welcome to 2020
Vision seems blurry blurry
See the people scurry scurry
We was in a hurry hurry
Rush headed nowhere livin life blind
Then somethings
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
gettin' mine
I get on the mix late in the night
They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, sike
Before I let it go, don't rush my show
You try
Back in the day he was outta control
Need another standoff but his music ate y'all
That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam
Drank that
put out by the capitol (It was)
If somebody in this country says we're tyrannical they're crazy
I'm an ancap
We came to attack
Let's take our life back
sleep, I creep, gainin' ground by the week
Ampex reels, makin' phone calls; I'm closin' deals
I move with skill, ride through Philly streets in Cherry
brought the money outside in like it's reversible
I'm QB on my team, yeah, so don't rush (rush)
Bitch, start actin' like a grownup (okay)
M-moving like
some country star
He's a floor full of ashes in a '90 model car
A couple missin' teeth from chewin' 'bacco too long
Fire with the gas, attitude no
livin' proof that when you real
You see the truth as it is
The hardest spirit's age
Cannot be gauged by the counting of years of years
And it don't
the status of these monsters
They hide them in your textbooks so lux
Tell me my ancestors warriors for bucks
Sold a whole country for nothing but trade
Ooo no
livin life and writing rymes I Look back never worried
Do me wrong I play it off revenge is Sweet is as getting pussy
That's why I Ain't in no rush I
Still electric slide with my boots wrapped in snake skin
Aye they gone hate on this but I don't give two shits
A city boy with country grammar with that
I want to dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford
And all other lil' young niggas that's in a rush to be gangstas
As a young nigga, I'm
blocks
The murderer who gots convertible drops
Livin' life on the edge, a dangerous way of living
Never giving a shit
'Cause we living in it
'Cause it
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The murderer who gots convertible drops
Livin' life on the edge, a dangerous way of living
Never giving a shit
'Cause we living in it
'Cause it
dew drop
Chorus
Ooooooo Redneck Money
Make you feel like a millionaire
Out here in the Country
We're livin' our lives
Lovin' our home's
Got everything
tell
About a Gulf Coast city that you all know well
It's hard times in the country
Livin' down in New Orleans
Got a lotta people talkin
About a lot
me, remake me
Could it lead us to the next big rush
if you're by my side..
I need love to set this right
Livin' in a fool's paradise
I need love
bullshit scams and untruths
We livin' in a maze, different days and times
The world is a stage, most truth is a lie
In this propaganda matrix, the sheep just
a good clean fight
But Johnny’s been blindsided and won’t be goin’ home tonight
Seems some numbers on some papers wrote in disappearin’ ink
By money
and crawl in it like a tunnel
From the 3-1-3 to the 8-1-0
Hey Brian, you ain't coverin' the rush hole
You're not doin' it right, pay attention
Who
wife, cutie"
She smiled and she asked me, "How?"
I said, "Shh... (Ima just do it)"
You been datin' that girl for like, huh, 6 years though
You livin' by
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