Country Shit

Let me tell you about this country shit
Where I come from the slums and shit
Where nobody ever gave a shit no
Where we always have to earn it fasho
And I wonder why this world is so cold
Why don't people wanna kick in my door
But we going to get this money you hoe
And y people won't bend
Money won't fold

I'm from the jazz second line
Shake that ass who that yea
Dope shit out the bag
I was hooked on phonics
While they hooked on crack
Daddy did the dash
Mama strong all we had
Cuz had the golds with the dope stash All the Boys in the hood
Wanted to be like dat
Get the back flip the pack
And run it back
Hood nigga come from
Dice games and pittypat
Powder blue regal loud speakers
In the back bumpin hotboys real shit
No cinemax choppa city born a mac
In the boot down south
Where they screaming get the gat

Let me tell you about this country shit
Where I come from the slums and shit
Where Nobody ever gave a shit no
Where we always have to earn it fasho
And I wonder why this world is so cold
Why don't people wanna kick in my door
But we going to get this money you hoe and My people won't bend
Money won't fold

Just cause we country
City folks think we dumb and shit

Until we run off with they cash
And leave em' with a dummy brick take the Engine out a foreign
And put em' in ol schools
Designer drape my body
Them white tees ol news
Run up in your crib
Take your dope cash and jewels
Leader of new school
But follow the old rules
I'ma die with secrets
Can't put it on pro tools
Dread head gang tats
With my mouth a full of goldS

Shooting dice with his twins
On his hip he keep a pole
We was last but now country shit leading The Way
Guess like 3k the south really
Got Something say Ayyyye

Let me tell you about this country shit
Where I come from the slums and shit
Where Nobody ever gave a shit no
Where we always have to earn it fasho
And I wonder why this world is so cold
Why Don't people wanna kick in my door
But we going to get this money U-Haul
And My people won't bend
Money won't fold