I be the first to tell you how

Beyond the shadow of a doubt

True artists go it out

What's in they heart they spit it out

I play my part and get about

What God commissioned me to do

And the fact that that's my co's

Got me pissy in this booth

See it's tricky with the truth

Cause everybody got they own take

I'm a give it how I live it

Till my blood

Sweat and bones ache

Watch me bake my own cake

Money mixed with purpose

As long as the hooks made it

All these fick official purchase

Whatever Bubba cast out

I pray to him that that's clout

Cause if it's not I'm in the gap

Spittin' hot but a*s out

And this will be my last bout

In the ring with the demon

Cause my belly don't stay full

When I sing just for dreaming

And my team's just a clinging

Feemin for my arrival

So everytime I spit

I'm bringin' it for survival

Thinkin' I might be able

To fold at any minute

So if you got some silver

Throw in some pennies with it

I'm gonna get what you want

I'm gonna get what I need

I'm gonna get what you want

I'm gonna get what I need

Didn't miss another favor

Bubba's bringing it to the shindig

Rollin round peakin'

Like my license ain't suspended

Huh

Ain't it spended

Perhaps some in to 

Brought that s**t to the hood

And now ya goin' trap some in tohonta

In fact that's how they got ya

With all them party favorites

They infiltrated why y'all

With the beast of our behavior

Let you sell it for a minute

Take some for your enjoyment

The next thing you know

The troops is rallied for deployment

In a war with twenty doggies

They probably won't bark

But they still bit yo a*s

Tell Betty to get the cash

You 

Mommas

Get you back on dry land

I'm thinkin' higher track of powers

As you raise your right hand

Have you ever wondered why

I don't approach you at a venue

Like honey where the beans

Like you know it's on the menu

Yeah I spoke to him too

He came to me the same

Told him naw but I'm looking

Now get away from me you lame

Told several talkazoid

That don't toot but do shoot

Got two cousins in the grange

Hard like 

And loop 

So push that woop woop

When you want a dirt road

'Cause if you trying to shout

They make you whine like 

And bet

I sure 

Six blonds with big asses

In a 

Of suction cups

Everytime I d**k passin

Plus I got battallions

As simple than Nelly beats

So next time you out in Athens

Remember to yell at me

So I can page Duddy Ken

To give clearance for your appearance

Look at this loose sock

The spirit of my deliverance

So when that s**t said

That we obviously gives a head

That's why I don't f**k wit why y'all

I'm just keepin to my present state