Record label called my phone, said they tryna take me far

Told my lawyer, "****, I ain't tryna be no star"

I like to chill, sometimes I hit the bar

I feel peace when I'm working on my car

Ben Hill BP, 15 on 4

312 cars when I pass Texaco

County Line Taylor Port, got it straight from Joe

Girls starin' hard when I walk up out the store

6'6", with my own shit, and I ain't got no baby

I'm too handsome, shit, it's hard to keep a lady

Like driving old shit with a carb, no Mercedes

I ain't fucking with nobody sittin' up, moving shady

Nowadays, on a meetin' at the house, eatin' squid

Kick it with my dogs, Mexiko ain't got no kid

Used to call Ma Duke straight from my JID

Life got better when I prayed, and it did

I was down bad, rehab, I needed help

Fuckin' with them pills, couldn't do it by myself

It was kinda hard, all these cards I was dealt

I was goin' through it, you ain't felt how I felt

Life got better, Mexiko, he found Christ

After ten o'clock, I ain't goin' out tonight

I been spendin' all this time tryna get right

All these folks think I play a sport 'cause my height