Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,
But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route
And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot
Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food
That's my in the life south.
Hundred k in twenty-two hours
Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours
I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),
Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute
Trying make a ton of dollars quicker fast food
I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot
Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,
My garage full of cars that bounce
Fucking all dem hoes,rapping south
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