Letras
Man
Ayy, boy, the boy said he had some gas
He come over here, press the spacebar
They known to be the button, bitch
Oh, this is dumb, boy
From the jumper, the front bumper, the expialidocious
Old as Moses, it's Cedric Sosa, the headless Chevy roller
Fire holder, fire toter, brrump-bump-bump-bump on ya
Grammy get 'em, he goin' postal, you know he bipolar
Rhyme floatin', style potent, hey, who can spit it colder
Than the dev, Carhartt, they don't do it like they supposed to
Mind your manners, we go bonanza, the flow is Cosa Nostra
All the onomatopoeia, gon' believe it when I show ya
Hold your horses, try to focus, come a little closer
So you really get the picture with prescription trifocals
No hocus pocus with jokers, they call us the boat strokers
See me, see me side walkin' the slab with fours pokin'
Holy moly, homie, he done caught fire
It's the fire 50-50, fire-fire, 50 fire
You must see that 50 sittin', bitch, I gotta testify
That I'ma try 'til I die, 'til I die
Now you ain't gotta try to be the villain no more
The one that you saw on TV, nah, nah, nah, nah
You'd be better off just to be yourself
Because they can't take that from me, aye, yeah, aye
And you ain't gotta try to be the gangster no more
The one that you saw in the street, nah, nah, nah
You'd be better off just to be yourself
Because they can't take that from me, aye, yeah, aye
From the tip of the Big Dipper, the walla-dolla-dang
Let it rain, hey, let it bang, and keep one in the
Hey, get the fame, don't entertain, want nothin' from them lames
What they sayin'? The John Wayne of the country rap game
Bad man, Bruce Wayne, only one in the lane
Since he came, shit changed, won't ever be the same
Open flame, cookbook, can't grill 'em 'gainst the grain
Ain't a thing, day-to-day, thank you, Lord, I can't complain
If I did, they wouldn't listen, busy focused on the pain
Best believe that you can do it, watch you break up out them chains