Prod. @OlderAlen
Lyrics:
It's a government shut down, what the fuck now
How you talking so lout with all those dicks in your mouth
I see a piggie and I'm picking em out
If I see a bitch down, I'm digging her out
They are like, 'Wow, you took a different route'
Down on the farm, it's chicken in, don't chicken out
Put my foot up your ass until I get gout
Smoking this fire, I'll blow up the clouds
Boy I've been around, I've been to your town
You want to take a shot, I'll give you a round
How you a bot and don't make a sound
How you a thot and you look like a clown
How you sell rock and call it your town
I don't even drink, I don't need a pick me up to put it down
Used to pop percies, now I'm picking up pounds
You don't like the style, look in the lost and found, it's awesome now
Thrify like an addiction
Lots of bad bitties in my vision
I'm off that oil, it's in my system
I got big goals, no need to kick it
No rigmarole, I paid the tickets
Full court press, I needed to have handles
Who are you to think you could've handled it
They wanted me out panhandling
I took my life back and manhandled it
Fascists ain't a fan of this or smoking canibus
But they do like the smell of candles, gasoline, and manly butts
That's Donald Trump, that's Sean Combs
Okee doke, you're some bigot or some drone
I'm happy now, don't get in my zone
Wait until I finish my book and I post
Gimme some bread, gimme a loaf
Had a couple hits but it'd be bigger than both
They're like, 'What's the point in rapping if you're not handed everthing in life
Or you're not flaunting government cash
Or you're not selling some form of crack
What's wrong with this guy?'
I'm full on crazy, no baby
So many hos in my state
I need me a foreign, just got me a new whip
Pushing 120 on I-94
I'm foolish, windows tinted, I'm ghoulish
Presidential, Calvin Coolidge
Hit the festival, meet a new witch
Fuck a tutelage, I'm too religious
Fuck the news, it is too rediculous
Too big for my britches
Burned too many bridges
Decisions meticulous and deliberate but too schizophrenic
