Pork Chop Sammich

Yeah, man, c'mon

We used to be down 'bout ten

Now check the- yeah

We used to be down 'bout ten

Now check the score, boy, I knew I was destined to win

It's a whole bunch of losses I took on the chin

I just had to remember, that's just how it is

That's just how it go

Lil' bro facin' twenty, he twenty years old

I'm 25, I done beat up the road

Went from New York to Texas and all the way home

Ay, I'm from the country, we puttin' hot sauce on a pork chop sandwich

The plug said he gettin' shit in from Cali, so he payin' shipping and handling

I talked to some people, they told me, "You probably could blow, you just need a lil' management"

Boy, I don't give a fuck 'bout the industry, I'll find a plug and get rich off of cannabis

I don't give a fuck 'bout the industry, I'll work a job as long as my son straight

Bitch, I been him with this music since bro used to cook me a beat on a lunch tray

I hate when they act thrown off, that boy wanna crash, send his ass down the one-way

Boy, I'm from that dirty-ass south, for real, we'll set that bitch off on a Monday

Boy, we'll set that bitch off on a Wednesday

Shit, I tell my dog that he more like a brother to me, but I'll still pull a Melly if he go against me

White boy, my name ain't Josh, but I keep a drac' in case they try to get me

And I call lil' bro 'n' 'em the Hula-Hoop Boys, 'cause they like to spin round some shit 'til they dizzy

I just told 'em to vibe, 'cause this shit just somethin' to ride to

Bro stood on that same block for some years, workin' that bitch like a drive-thru

I cut off some people I love and I still can't believe I'm the person they lied to

I hate lil' buddy always on the 'net talkin' 'bout he a shark, boy, that fish'll get fried too

Your ass'll die too, for thinkin' you Superman

Bro said he moved to the A just to fuck some new hoes and start catchin' plays out a Uber van

This bitch'll get wet as the Hoover Dam

If I up this bitch I'ma shoot a man

Bitch, I'm from Georgia, deep down south

We grew up on Jeezy and Gucci Mane

As my uncle would say, I'm gucci, man

We grew up on Friday and Pootie Tang

Used to eat on them 'oodles and noodle things

Leave the hood and come back like a boomerang

Leave the hood and come back like a junkie

Boy, I'm in the spot kickin' shit, call me Mr. Miyagi

Big ass stick, but I don't play hockey

These 7.62's take the air out his body

We puttin' hot sauce on a pork chop sandwich

Plug said he gettin' shit in from Cali, so he payin' shipping and handling

I talked to some people, they told me, "You probably could blow, you just need a lil' management"

I don't give a fuck 'bout the industry, I'll find a plug and get rich off of cannabis