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Record label called my phone, said they tryna take me far
Told my lawyer, nigga, I ain't tryna be no star
I like to chill, sometimes I hit the bar
I feel peace when I'm working on my car
Ben Hill BP, 15 on 4
312 cars when I pass Texaco
County line, Taylor Port, got it straight from Joe
Girls starin' hard when I walk up out the store
6'6", with my own shit, and I ain't got no baby
I'm too handsome, shit, it's hard to keep a lady
Like driving old shit with a Carb, no Mercedes
I ain't fucking with nobody sittin' up moving shady
Nowadays, on a meetin' at the house eatin' squid
Kick it with my dogs, Mexiko ain't got no kid
Used to call ma duke straight from my JID
Life got better when I prayed and it did
I was down bad, rehab, I needed help
Fuckin' with them pills, couldn't do it by myself
It was kinda hard, all these cards I was dealt
I was goin' through it, you ain't felt how I felt
Life got better, Mexiko, he found Christ
After ten o'clock, I ain't goin' out tonight
I been spendin' all this time tryna get right
All these folks think I play a sport 'cause my height