Letras
It's trailer made
You can hop down off your high horse, and just hitch it outside
And don't turn your nose up when you come around me and mine
Yeah, we don't fit inside your little dress code
Handling the bullshit that God knows the best for
We'll be the shit in your punch bowl, the thorn in your side
If it seems like we're out of place
'Cause it's a long way down from that house on the hill to where I come from
Where the sun don't shine, just a bunch of low lives
Getting by with what we made from mud
We learn to make a life from a little, we smile through the pain
If we ain't making dollars, then we gonna make some change
It's a long way down to the bottom, where a fuck is hard to cultivate
We trade and make
Single wise, shag carpet, fake wood covered the wall
Pops would always have a case of beer
But that heat would never cut on (heat would never cut on)
Dirty kid in a trailer park, think about how I'ma get gone
Picking up cans and raking up leaves
Asking to mow people's lawns
I learned to hustle when this motherfucker
I pitch it in just so the lights don't cut off
Now, I hear motherfuckers out here
Fucking about nothing, the hell's making everyone soft
Got me like, damn, damn, Ron Simmons
Man, let me tell you how I'm livin'
The same damn scales that I bagged
That work up with when I flipped it out of my kitchen
Or the same damn scales that I bagged that merch up with
Now before I ship it, I'll dip it, when an OG kick game to me, then I listen
He said, make sure you show love every time that you climb to a higher risk
So that you can find your man that's not a hot style one, if you ever gotta climb again
'Cause it's a long way down from that house on the hill to where I come from
Where the sun don't shine, just a bunch of low lives
Getting by with what we made from mud
We learn to make a life from a little, we smile through the pain
If we ain't making dollars, then we gonna make some change
It's a long way down to the bottom, where a fuck is hard to cultivate
We trade and make
It's a long way down from that house on the hill to where I come from
Where the sun don't shine, just a bunch of low lives
Getting by with what we made from mud
We learn to make a life from a little, we smile through the pain
It's a long way down to the bottom, where a fuck is hard to cultivate
We trade and make