I drink my whiskey straight chase it down with blunts rolled tight you can call it grass, green weed, Mary Jane,cannabis tie stick i call it just what the fuck I need, got mud on my boots dust on my jeans the dirty south in my heart, rap,rock, country,rhythm and blues in my soul southern rock carried on my back it's my time to stomp can't nobody hold me down it's my time to shine be it by the birth for what it's worth been grinding since birth broke free from the Maya setting the heavens a blaze, a ghetto hillbilly country boy setting blocks on fire put your sun glasses on and watch me catch this dream,
drink my whiskey straight,chase it down with blunts rolled tight,
In the land where the bass thumps,I set the night alight.
Mary Jane in my hand Tennessee whiskey in my glass , keeps me right,
This ghetto hillbilly country boy is ready, gonna take this flight.
Put your sunglasses on and watch me shine
It’s my time to stomp, can't hold me down watch me soar
kicking down doors be it by the birth be it what it's worth from the mud I rise and roar,
Got mud on my boots dust on my jeans,dirty south in my veins,
Rap,rock,country rhythm and blues in my chains Southern rock carried on my back
Been grinding since birth in these streets I remain,
Lighting up the darkness,I’m the one who breaks chains.
A rebel with out a cause setting blocks on fire,
It’s my time to stomp, can't hold me down kicking down doors be it by the birth be it
What it’s worth,from the mud I rise and roar,
A ghetto hillbilly country boy can Survive feel my vive,you can vibe with me or burn in my lyrcal fire what ever your desire,fuck walking the line
This life is a ride, can’t nobody stop my ghetto Hillbilly country boy swag I'm on My grind,drink my whiskey straight chase it down with blunts rolled tight you can call it grass,green,weed Mary Jane,cannabis,tie stick i call it just what the fuck I need, got mud on my boots dust on my jeans the dirty south in my heart rap,rock,country, rhythm and blues in my soul mixed with southern rock carried on my back it's my time to stomp can't nobody hold me down it's my time to shine be it by the birth for what it's worth been grinding since birth broke free from the Maya setting the heavens a blaze a ghetto hillbilly country boy setting blocks on fire,you can roll with poet or get roasted in the fire left chalked out chalk lines behind yellow streamers choking on hiccups looking like a Looney toon with little birdies flying around your head to,call it a lyrical list crime scene,try to keep up with me baby boy watch out for the curb don't swerve be it your desire be it what it may be it by the birth for what it's worth run back in side tell your momma to close the blinds put your sunglasses on get back in line it's my time to shine a ghetto hillbilly country boy can Survive it's my Time to stomp
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