Small Town, USA

Riding round, top down, blowin' Tiva Like this shit legal, but the cops not gon
Fuck with me, though They know I'm good people, can't let them
Throw my vibe off Nobody disrupt this mission, bitch
Sade, pumpin' loud through the speakers That's what I'm listenin', admirin' the beauty
Of nature While envisionin' how I'm bout to get to this
Paper And count up dividends, stop by the store
To grab some more papers Ran into Kim and them, they ask, what's the
Move tonight
Shit, I told them, I'm probably chillin' in Or, I might pull up to the tavern and fuck
With Slim and them But you know I'm known to make somethin' happen
Just bring your twin and them, and I'ma hit my dogs up fo sho
We bringin' them Benjamins, man, I done got throwed off by a ho
Fuck what the mission is, man, I hate all these fuckin' potholes
Done made my shit skip, hold on, sit back and just ride
Let me save this shit Skipp,

Now, let me pop in for a quick second
I need to ask a question or offer a suggestion Shit is probably more like a message
Now, I know everybody talkin' bout big steppin' And what side they reppin', but who is that
Helpin'
I'm from a time where Man de la had as much effect on me as Nelson
Or back when I was tailspint, or back when I was hell bent
On bein' a Keller just like Helen We talk about each other, cause we jealous
All the chicks done smashed, all the fellas The same nigga that'll put you on the lick
Turn around and be the same one who tellin' All under the guise that it's cool to be a
Felon But in reality, the politicians and the school
System have failed them Arm leg, leg, Arm head, All Hail Him

But I digress
Shit, man, as long as progress is the process And I stay away from nonsense
Nobody can't stop this, ya know I was just poppin' in
I ain't gon' stay too long, love



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Writer(s): Brandon Oliver
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