Harvest Yelawolf & DJ Muggs (Ft. Struggle Jennings)

[Intro: Yelawolf]
Chillin'
You know rock and roll might shit a gold brick
But that Sometimes Y is
But before we go there
We gotta bring [?] to 'em
Ugh, ugh, let's go

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
Passin' that donation bag around in the local church
Somebody just lost a young one, another died at birth
One upload, garbage
You done, uh oh, shouldn't have started
Artists like me keep that duffle bag of tricks
Dip on your bitch like a Ruffle bag of chips
Crack the concrete, my hip-hop is overweight
You over waitin' for my next accomplishment?
Well, I just landed in Savannah, Shia LeBeouf is gettin' hammered
On the dock like Forrest Gump, I'm rockin' tailor-made pajamas
Sippin' on coco cabana, rum and water with bananas
Copped the vintage Bentley whip then parked it next to a French manor
Yeah, sawed-off still got the duct tape on the handles
We some alligator killers but this ain't Louisiana
These are 2K, ballin', I ain't talkin' 'bout ya handles on the Xbox
These Luccheses, not sandals
Yeah, crystal ball next to the candle
Look, I see bees, baby, swarms of 'em
That's why I call my crib a honeycomb
Dollar signs tattooed on my earlobes for the money phone
So when I say, "Honey, I'm home"
Ha ha ha, yeah, I brought a check
Random purchase at the circus 'cause I'm clownin', bought a vet
Rental flight to make a purchase, Creek Water bought a jet
(Chillin') Still on the bench, ain't even ballin' yet
LeBron James is callin', hold up, Struggle