Nothin sweet when i attend, see
Hustle for dis country money
Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a
Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma
I just wanna make music,
Foolish, i be on that new shit
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit
Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free
Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money
Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus
Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,
Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip
Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music
Went to another country that's call migration
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
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