The beginning

Say it to my face, Bubba, if you're going to cry, because everything you ever say is a motherfucking lie

Sitting back on his couch, sit in fuckim twisted Because I say it to your face, but only if you listen

I'm not Dissen I'm different. I wish I was on the bank fishin

That country life is what I'm always thinking about missin

So I don't care what you do or what you fucking think

I'll still be the same DOB till the day I DIE I MIGHT'VE BEEN THE GUY ON THE COUCH

WAY BACK IN THE FUCKING DAY

Donating blood to make sure that our rent is paid

But now take a look at me

Standing up here on the stage

Looking down on y'all right were once used to be.

Standing in the crowd with all my homey's right there next to me

Man, that's the good old days Hanging out drinking

Shooting dice Peakin

On psychedelics booze and. pills

Man it even gives me chills

But now I have to spit these rhymes just so I can pay my bills