Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets
Nobody gave a fuck and moved over the hills
And you'll be in the purpule hills
And god blessed me with a lot of patience
What them tippers don't see
Hustle for dis country money
For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared
Faking the be best saying you from the west
That damier bag i bought her
Yeah, they call me country grammar
My rhyming skills got you climbing hills
By the water, au revoir to my audience
A military mind mean money
Is in another country
And i still look less fresh than kanye west
That's why i never claimed i was the best
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