Fame Dax & Yelawolf

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[Intro]
LexNour

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Yeah, just bought a black Bentley truck, but I got no black tuxedo
I ain't even put a post up, givin' no fucks, no ego
Huh, know that's a lie, homie
We all got a little bit of high rise, homie
A PBR, yeah, but I got bub on a shelf
I'm in love with myself, won't die lonely
You asking why not, why me, homie
Get tough don't cry on me
Bitch, I suffered to get rich
I became a president, but they can't put a tie on me
Gave my mama a new whip, a CVO clean as a new Q-tip
A Harley Davidson trike, the hard way to spend right
I gave part of my life just to do this
And gave part of my heart when Shawty Fatt died
Know my brother wasn't on the block, crack guy
Blood on my face from the shot, trap side
I didn't realize I was baptized at the time
But the time was a rhyme I confined and compartmentalized
I built like a builder, milled and I drilled up
Dirt to a tiller, marginalized
And part of it's pride
The other part of it is my eyes
What I've seen, what I've done, what I've lost, what I've won
I was made to become that guy
So when the stage lights hit the boy
In the leather jacket, that's me at the steeple
Rock and roll, here's the church
Rock and roll, here's the people