Rubber Boots

Can't you see these rubber boots?

Got it out the mud, and that's the truth

Everybody pray that I would lose

Now, it's me laughing at you

Mama, I made it

Everybody who was hating was praying that I wouldn't be this

But I'm undefeated

Their biggest mistake was forgetting that they gave out freedom of speech to a genius

Grabbing my penis, swinging my balls, don't give a fuck, never at all

I'm the biggest independent artist, and they look retarded hoping that I'll fall

One time for those haters in the back, where they at? (Fuck 'em)

One time for those pussies talking trash, where they at? (Fuck 'em)

Straight or gay they them, there's white or black, where they at? (Fuck 'em)

Everyone who prayed I wouldn't last, where they at?

I'm a wanted man, got a lot of fans

If you want a problem, you don't got a chance

That's a lot of blood on a lot of hands

That's a lot of graves on a lot of land

I got it out the mud, and now I count the blessings

If you don't get it, then I guess I got a question

Can't you see these rubber boots?

Got it out the mud and that's the truth

Everybody pray that I would lose

Now, it's me laughing at you

I can't understand it like he speakin' Spanish

Hispanic, he got so stuck in mud he gon' need mechanics

And hammers my hands dirty like they planted

I been there got the advantage

I been stranded, left for dead and damaged

This is how I manage

Look, fuck 'em they ain't got the nerve

Swerve flip'em off the bird

Why he talkin' shit I bet he swingin' with a purse

Swear to God I ain't forgot days I was broken'til the first

Yeah, I made it out the mud, but I'm still playin' in the dirt

Like blast off

Got that Cummins runnin' it gon' tear through mud like asphalt

Speakers bumpin', rumblin', got that heater on the dashboard

Just in case you run up like a dummy, turn yo' ass off

Boy, you got it comin', you gon' get just what you asked for

Can't you see these rubber boots?

Got it out the mud and that's the truth

Everybody pray that I would lose

Now, it's me laughin' at you

Laughter, good for the soul, gotta let it out-a

100 years you chose your role, gotta sweat it out-a

This your life on the table, man, bet it out-a

Being selfish, thinking'bout babe, ready to tell it out-a

If you ain't first, you last, that's what Ricky Bobby said

Pull that pistol, let it blast

Then you left somebody dead, now you scared

But on the street was a full gangster

Aye, 50 Cent said, "Boy, you a wankster"

Money in the saver

Getting to the paper

Smile like a glacier

Ballin' like a pacer

You was in my face-er

Flossin' all this blood money

Now I'm free, and I'm on top of you and there ain't nothin' funny

Can't you see these rubber boots?

Got it out the mud and that's the truth

Everybody pray that I would lose

Now, it's me laughing at you