Me (feat. Cait Martin)

(Fish Scales:)

My uncle had hogs,

Chickens and dogs

Watch’em grow up and get slaughtered

Take out the slop bucket

That’s how they taught us

Wayne williams scared us but alcohol caught us

Get dark round 8:30 in august

My aunties ain’t fussin they talking

Don’t see dat too often

I’m country I’m walking

My cousin a hooper she gone off to college

My cousin a drunk and gone in the projects

You don’t eat pork but they offer it

Big pot of cabbage with sausages

Talk about awkwardness

Talk around town how you on top of shit

Shhhh. Cause we don’t do toxicness

(Cait Martin Chorus: )

I who had nothing

I’m Me

I who made something

I’m Me

I who made something

(B Stille:)

Nappy so Awesome

Hard to kill like oppossums

Solve problems yall robbed them

Then kidnapped and shot em

Yall fought em

They just keep respondin regardless

Applaud them the came from the bottom

Made it to stardom

In a 12 passenger

Packed in like sardines

And stuffed like tobacco

In cigarettes cartons

Where are we traveling to

I beg your pardon

And can we pull over I’m starving

Turning margarine

Smelling like Tarzan recharging

Burned a Rello with Marvin we Martians

In a rocket teleporting through quadrants

And dodging the deputy Sargents we artist

And that mean we targets

We national treasures

Get treated like garbage

Take drastic measures ain’t talkin bout yardage

We die for this shit cause modern day martyrs

Damn!

(Chorus:)

I who had nothing

I’m Me

I who made something

I’m Me

I who made something

(Skinny Deville:)

Yeah

Someone called me Arrogant

But I’m self made

Every dollar spent I earned it

My life is not for your satisfaction

nor discernment

So don’t concern yourself

with things that are permanent

Half my life I been poor

Spent the other half unlearning it

Simple math, a little cash and a game plan

I will murder it

And I hurt a bitch feelings guaranteed

Like we heard a fifth

of Kentucky bourbon after derby

random road trip

I gotta keep up with the pace

I can’t let a note slip

Keep a 9 like everybody got a Four Fifth

Plus a blade

The rest of yall can get ya throat slit

And I don’t know nobody

That keeps me outta Ho Shit

Don’t ask me bout nothin

Skinny D don’t know it

I’m chillin from the bottom

My story like an old myth

I’m gifted like a horse with a gold grill

On some country shit K Y

Louisville

(Chorus:)

I who had nothing

Me