TRENCH COAT

Look mama no hands, I'm standing on top of a mother fucking 100 grand. They took a shot, Airball. You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all! Yela how's it goin, oh man, I'm standing on top of a motherfuckin' 100 grand They took a shot, Airball. You think I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all! Ain't no reason to quit, what the fuck I look like To put a cease and I desist on the sleep that I spit, shit Bitch, I believe in my rents (parents), enough to believe in my kids Won't be home till Christmas Chevy's on the wish list, no Santa clause, no man won't pause I'm stuck in play like a Fair Ball Know you love to call it foul, Saying Hip Hop ain't in the South But these country rap goons got your bitch in a back room with an open mouth ah But sacrifice it all and Lord knows it Put my life on the bulls eye and make a camera jealous of my focus And that's shady if you ain't notice The thangs loaded, I put that on my great granddaddy named Otis in a traffic jam I got my lane open So they came with the same token you did and cracked the bank open When they said the rap game was in the drought I was swimming in so much dope I had break my life jacket out, Like (HOOK) Get a work out bitch, run your lips I know you'd dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon Just to see me trip Your window shopping and can't see the gift When the Sheila's in front of your face Like ce-ment in between the bricks If the world had name for me, I'd be Slumerican This whole shit started out ...