Farming - Stalley

Big beard, big box Never thought it turn into a Maybach It's a cold world, we all know the answer Gold on my neck, call me Samson Money, money, money every day that my beard grows Rap prince behind dark tints Americana paisley prints, the cities Clark Kent S on my chest, C on my fitted G's on my denim, John Lennon shades Styrofoam filled with lemonade Surf and turf dinner plate Came from a bitter place, now I'm on rich estates Seven thousand acre escape Jackson wool jacket cape Gold drape off my collar Beard longer than Samson's Hand strutin' with the Delilah Went from broke to a baller Spokes on the Impala, young Sinatra BCG rat pack, Visvim backpack filled with dollars Made money from being honest and these fake niggas hate it That a real nigga made it, off of no favors Now I'm in that farm house, far out, with no neighbors Got more haters than money problems Cause every day my beard grows, the money follows Long beard, don't care, let the money pile up The child of the sun, so I shine like one Intelligent rap nigga, so I rhyme like one Never clung to dumb niggas, I never minded them Always plain Jane'd my wrist, I never diamonded them But I always take risks, that's how my life begun One mother, one sister, without a bite or crumb That's why I write on this paper and give my life to them And stack all this paper like I'm recycling Why I attract all these haters, I'm just a righteous man Maybe cause they MC Lyte, paper thin But I give 'em the Stevie J rap face or the paper grin Won't let these niggas stop my hair growth on my chinny chin Money long like Kevin Durant F you niggas who said I can't Hold up, f you niggas again That's just how I'm feeling man Straight up, I just don't be caring, this cold world we in So I'mma get this paper until the very end

Ohio (Ohio) Hahaha Over here I'm original You can put your money on me I'm about to go digital Just watch me turn nothing into something keep it jumpin' y'all don't hear me though Used to try to treat a young nigga, like a nigga was invisible Now I'm feeling invicible 'Cuz over here I'm original (put your money on me) You can put your money on me I'm about to go digital (put your money on me) The speakers ain't the only thing loud, niggas smoking on medicinal (put your money on me) Catch me going down on the cloud, black and mild, that's traditional (Put your money on me) Got me feeling invicible 'Cuz over here I'm original Two one six, six one four, nigga that's my shit Five one three, four one nine, my Natty and Toldeo niggas on they grind I'm a four four O, nine three seven and this seven four O rollin' 7-11 I'm in that 330, 330 (330) I'm in that 330, cuz over here I'm original Two one six, six one four, nigga that's my shit Five one three, four one nine, my Natty and Toledo niggas on they grind I'm original (You can put your money on me) you can put your money me