Damn, Sam

You made this up?

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Just an old country boy, man (man) yeah

501 Bitch (bitch)

Arkansas shit, baby

Come on, what they know about it? (What they know about it?)

Come on, man

Boy, I got it up out of the dirt

Scars all over my heart, I was hurt

Stabbed in the back as a matter of fact

I was down on my ass, boy, it couldn't get worse

Just cause how it is, I'm not who I was

They change it for shit, no, they wishing I would

I'm doing the shit that they wish they could (man)

Aye, I'm a square-toe stepper, bitch ain't flexing

Body in beats, boy, I swear that I'm better

I've been on the move, my crew and my **** like Shredder

We all been talking heavy metals

All of my dawgs trying to stay out the candles

But we moving silence and silence of presence

I promise, we moving too clever

Gonna take it to a whole nother level (man)

Man I put my state up on my back (my back)

Boy, I'm repping Arkansas until I'm dead

501 Beach, that's a fact (that's a fact)

'Cause I come from the rock, where them shells get shed

I'm told to stick by my biggest, my leg

You don't wanna catch me with one in the head

That bitch will knock you upside the chin

And have all your teeth in the palm of your hand

But ****, we friends

Man, I just had to talk to them real quick, man, you know what I'm saying?

Like, the shit that I'm on, the shit that you all just ain't the same, bruh (it ain't)

I'm in a whole nother league with this shit, man

And I don't think they see me, so I'ma have to make them feel me

You know what I'm saying? (For real)

Boy, I got it up out of the dirt

Scars all over my heart, I was hurt

Stabbed in the back as a matter of fact

I was down on my ass, boy, it couldn't get worse

Just cause how it is, I'm not who I was

They change it for shit, no, they wishing I would

I'm doing the shit that they wish they could (man)

Boy, I feel like a prodigy, got the monopoly

I hit the lottery, uh-huh

Bitches are following me, they wanna ride on me

Smoking my broccoli, uh-huh

Baby, don't lie to me, baby, don't cry to me

Baby, don't buy to me, uh-huh

I'm just a country boy

Who make double your salary, uh-huh

Boy, I come from the sticks, bitch

I'm on some hip shit

I might pull up with a 9mm and just start deleting shit

I'm on some G shit

Said I'm on some street shit

But I'm from the country where bub gets his dicks either thumping

Whenever we off in the creek

Boy, I got it up out of the dirt

Scars all over my heart, I was hurt

Stabbed in the back as a matter of fact

I was down on my ass, boy, it couldn't get worse

Just cause how it is, I'm not who I was

They change it for shit, no, they wishing I would

I'm doing the shit that they wish they could (man)

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