[Verse 1]
Been a great, been a winner
When I'm comin' any way
Make a play, demonstrate
Most of y'all procrastinate
Medicate, gettin' faded
Feelin' like I'm goin' crazy
Haters wanna see me slain
I'm just tryna make a payment
Pay me for my babies baby
80's baby, know I'm shady
Pull up in a hoopty ride
Pullin' off in your Mercedes
It's crunch time, do or die
I ain't tryna die today
I'ma do all that I can
Dodge the reaper and the grave
Spittin' ether' pushin' cane
Creature from another planet
Run up on that bitch and tell them
This ain't where you're gonna land it
You ain't welcome on this side
Unless we talkin' business
Or you've got some money for me
Winch to pull me out the trenches
Other words, keep it movin' partner
Get on down the line
Cuz my brothers 'bout to pull up on you, ready for a fight
And that's for life
What's you tryna do?
I just tryna groove with it rude
Yeah, that's probably true
What's you gonna do with it?
Country boy comin' from that mud concrete
Alabama on my back in the South we deep
And I'm 'bout these streets
From the Bend to the Oak 411
Straight through to them old dirt roads
Been a great, been a winner
When I'm comin' any way
Make a play, demonstrate
Most of y'all procrastinate
Medicate, gettin' faded
Feelin' like I'm goin' crazy
Haters wanna see me slain
I'm just tryna make a payment
Pay me for my babies baby
80's baby, know I'm shady
Pull up in a hoopty ride
Pullin' off in your Mercedes
It's crunch time, do or die
I ain't tryna die today
I'ma do all that I can
Dodge the reaper and the grave
Spittin' ether' pushin' cane
Creature from another planet
Run up on that bitch and tell them
This ain't where you're gonna land it
You ain't welcome on this side
Unless we talkin' business
Or you've got some money for me
Winch to pull me out the trenches
Other words, keep it movin' partner
Get on down the line
Cuz my brothers 'bout to pull up on you, ready for a fight
And that's for life
What's you tryna do?
I just tryna groove with it rude
Yeah, that's probably true
What's you gonna do with it?
Country boy comin' from that mud concrete
Alabama on my back in the South we deep
And I'm 'bout these streets
From the Bend to the Oak 411
Straight through to them old dirt roads
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