I used to have a nine to five
I'll mess up more than a couple rhymes
Im better than you and i record my shit with an android
Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point
Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters
Just to show them im better than all you fucking traitors
Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you
But that just makes me better than a redneck spitting chew
Wanna mess with me, you betta think thrice.
Bring the battering ram where you live
Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind
Im a danger to all human human kind the way my flow go itll mess with yo mind
Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan
Im lightning in a skillet your a fuckin flash in a pan
So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass
I'm brewing a stew 'n' spewing the truth with this news flash
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