Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss
Or perhaps you'll be the prick to judge my songs,
They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion
Went to another country that's call migration
From punky little songs for competition
And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin
Am i just a country boy, who rocks
Can't see his son shine like the four tops
Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips
Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions
She got me caught up in the moment
Im hardcore, your only that country dump
Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see
Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money
It ain't gon' be no back and forth
Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,
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