Hitting walls for a feet With our friends and we hear this free All the dogs, dropping bombs He see HUCK IT You don't have the ties You won't have the eyes HUCK IT Cause you realize You don't need to justify That cable show is not the lives we know Drop a bomb in the publics eye Fuck the SPONSORS they always lie You are pointing to go fast and GO Broken bombs and baking skin Notify your next of kin You'll know you'll come alive some day HUCK IT Now you feel alive, Stinks like shit all the time HUCK IT Its like you gotta try Risky shit, by the time You can not practice lay it on the line HUCK IT Now you're down in luck Cause you dont give a fuck HUCK IT And go by the time You go out doin what you know No talking shit just leave it all and go home HUCK IT Now youll feel alive Stinks like shit all the time HUCK IT Like you gotta try Risky shit by the time Cant practice just lay it on the line HUCK IT Now you're down in luck Cause you dont give a fuck HUCK IT And go by the time You go out doin what you know No talking shit just leave it all and go home

Uh, hmm Hurry up a bit Yeah, yeah Chorus (3x): I like the way you do it, when you do it When you doin, what you doin Check this out right here, son We about to move to make you feel some A lot of positive vibrations to build from 'Cause all I wanna do is lose some and win some Have a little of prosperity and then some Livin my life handsome, has always been a dream but Now it's time to really achieve by all means (Bust it) I keep my shit, plus thirty in between When an arm reach out to grab the supreme 'Cause I won't stop, and AP won't stop And Tab won't stop until we reach the top That means we won't quit, so we stay thick so you can enjoy it I know you like the way it's goin down, honey, honey I know you like the milky-mellow sound, honey, honey Doin this ain't all about money, money I know you like the way I sound, right, right Chorus (4x) As I enter the room I absorb the mood Positive vibe supplied by a positive crew And negativity exist and you must acknowledge You can be intelligent and never go to college 'Cause the way we live in society It ain't really the way that it's supposed to be And don't get close to me if you're contaminated Take a picture of your soul and get it laminated Put them in your wallet next to your money Money represents your whole and soul represents your honey Ain't got honey then you ain't got bees And if you ain't got no money I'ma still MC Then empty L-O-V-E all over the track Once you R-E-D then you never go back 'Til the end of studio with the Peas as Black With Adam, Taboo, and alligator APL De AP Chorus (4x) I wanna travel the world and stop on every city Rejuvenate your burnt out sea put down your Philly for a sec Close your eyes and don't fret Listen to the audible sounds and just let Your soul feel the free feelin Reprovide you with the ride, free fallin To make your heart beat, skip, hipnotize you and APL take you on a trip where your mind's at ease Forget ballin 'cause I won't quit, and Will won't quit And Tab won't quit so you can enjoy it That means we won't stop And I won't stop until we reach the rop I'd rather be ready for the future Do it for yourself 'cause no one else will suit ya I juxtapose for mine to maintain And segregate myself from evil and pain Chorus (8x)

Sag Sarah Ich vermisse sie auch Nur ich für meinen Teil glaube nicht Dass es mit uns klappen kann Dafür ist sie zu schlau, wenn es darum geht Recht zu haben Ich mach dann zu Und sitz da ohne Fenster Krieg die Tür nicht auf JA KLAR, ICH LIEBE DICH AUCH Sag Sarah Wenn du sie siehst Ein Jahr lang hatten wir ein Glücksabo Dann ging alles schief Sag ihr, es war meine Schuld, ich war zu ungeduldig Und du hast mir immer misstraut JA KLAR, ICH LIEBE DICH AUCH Sag Sarah Alles wird gut Nur nicht mit mir Alles wird gut Nur nicht mit mir

I got no fucks to give, and I really don't care I'm just here for a couple of beers, yeah I got nowhere to go, and nothin' to lose Don't make me knock you off of that chair, yeah You gon' do what to who? Nigga, you ain't nothin', dude Shit, he say, "Nigga?" Yeah, I did, nigga, fuck you Oh, I can't say that? But you can say that? Black lives matter, and every white dude is racist I like country and rap, they say I can't I say I can, hold up, matter of fact I'm sayin', listen Racism is at an all-time high in America I don't judge people by their color I just judge them on their character Who wrote? You know, I know how to get it in Dawg, Cujo, you know, you just on that kitten, shit Large, I'm livin', you ain't in charge I'm givin' you three seconds 'fore I lose my temper Stomp your head in Oh, my God, aggression, fuck, yeah, I'm American Sometimes arrogant, I'm aware of it Take that fuckin' towel off your head I don't like the way you wearin' it Allah Akbar, sick of hearin' it from terrorists In our homeland, little kids poppin' Xans Walk around, skinny pants Where the fuck are mom and dad? But I'm supposed to honor that? Sorry, Honor, I object, and by object I mean, I'm comin' at your motherfuckin' neck Fuck a threat, no pretendin', bitch, I know what my gender is You think I'm offensive, I think you're too fuckin' sensitive Censor this, I don't give a fuck or a blurred middle finger You're more pussy than my little sister, get the picture? I got no fucks to give, and I really don't care I'm just here for a couple of beers, yeah I got nowhere to go, and nothin' to lose Don't make me knock you off that chair, yeah Pu-pu-pu-public enemy, number one, under the gun Never seen an enemy wantin' beef, I'm runnin' from Country rap, what the fuck is that? They just point and laugh Watch me put it on my back then put it on the map You ain't Church, you ain't Demun, you ain't jelly, you ain't struggle I'ma make this simple, bitch, I'm out to get you, you in trouble I'ma end you 'fore you start, take a man, break his heart I take action, you actin', learn to play your part You a fake, you ain't strong, you a bitch, you a fraud Music that I make, make you wish you never wrote a song Run along 'fore you catch clips from the automatic I'm a savage, all you do is rap about mud and tractors It's more than that, white trash, we deserve better Redneck, hillbillies, I'ma put this shit together Don't you ever say my name I'll expose ya Close your casket faster than I closed hosiers Game over

These dirt roads ain't gold down there It's hell on earth, anything goes down here Lookin' for some holy water at the water hole But all I'm findin' is whiskey and beer And I'm a sinner, I'm a sinner to the core Searchin' like the devil, to find the Lord, yea Heaven knows I need help sometimes 'Cause I love to have a hell of a time I said, I'm a sinner, I'm a sinner, Lord save me But please pour me up a drink before you take me If you can turn water into wine I'm sure you make a hell of a shine, yea I can't help it Lord I'm sinnin' every day I need your help and I pray Amen I'm climbin' to the top of that mountain I'm tryin' to find you God Keep tryin' to be an angel, but I'm still, raisin' hell Can't make it out this world alive I just want a piece of heaven, before I die So pass me the apple pie I'm gonna drink it all down, 'til the jar goes dry Baptized in the lake of fire Should have drowned me when you could, but I'm still alive I'm comin' for your ass like a bat outta hell And you can bet I'm gonna take what's mine, oh Preacher man don't preach to me You should pull up a chair and have a drink with me You sweatin' like the devil with them lies you told You better start prayin' to save your soul, oh no I can't help it Lord I'm sinnin' every day I need your help and I pray Amen I'm climbin' to the top of that mountain I'm tryin' to find you God Keep tryin' to be an angel, but I'm still, raising hell

Yeah, nothin' new We just fight, where you at? Come outside We just fight, where you at? Come outsi-i-i-i I'm gonna rap, boom bap Y'all gonna ask "Who's that?" Motherfucker came straight from the mid-west Love me the south confederates I ain't ever heard no better shit Y'all sound a lot like Cheddar Bob You don't even know what cheddar is Probably should go and get a job? Y'all motherfuckers makin' us look bad Do this in my sleep like no look pass Lookin' like kids with a big book bag First day of school 'bout to get whoop ass You know I got a whole can of that You look gay like a fanny pack I ain't tryna hear that tranny rap This shit gon' make your granny mad This grown man shit, hold that bitch Take a photo, you know Kodak bitch? You climbin' up the wrong tree, no way down Nobody knows you in your town I show up and y'all show love You show up nobody gives a fuck Must suck to suck go chase some clout I'm up so high I'm chasin' clouds I'm a hooligan, live and die for the dangerous shit I'm a goon again, old school new scars nothin' new to them Yeah, nothin' new We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) Country Casanova knock the dust up off my flannel Now I do feel like a star they got me actin' like a vandal I got guards outside my house, I got drones up in the air I got cars at both my houses, never been a dealer player Yeah, the police watchin' me like T.I. back in 2010 Prolly 'cause I got an army base I'm postin' on the 'Gram Yeah, they done blocked me off my socials They done shadow banned reactors They done tried to shut my shows down, we Metallica them bastards And last year my best shit was the Range Rover song Now my homies like "Hey fuck these junky ass cars" No weed in the seat with the back filled up with top soil Then I chopped the top off, it gets rained on Mother Nature hits me up like "Damn son nice car" Yeah, that last line was a light bar No not the one on your truck I mean an actual light bar Take a photo then send that shit pop flash that photosynthesis I make weapons with words that sell, occupation wordsmithmenship I'm a hooligan, live and die for the dangerous shit I'm a goon again, old school new scars nothin' new to them Yeah, nothin' new We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan) We just fight, where you at? Come outside (I'm a hooligan)

Hillbilly, cracker Nigga, white trash Fuck you nigga What the fuck you rappin' for? Cracker ass cracker Got your rebel flag with your camo hat backwards Stains on your shirt with your fucked up teeth Piece of shit truck broke down in the middle of the street Old lady bitchin' in the passenger street Smokin' like a chimney, kids in the back can't breathe Got a kid on her lap, smack his ass if he speaks Always wearin' wife-beaters, 'cause their ass gettin' beat Okay, that's white trash, but what about a hillbilly Redneck motherfucker, never even near a city Out in the woods, huntin' deeper than the wolves Get the big ol' buck, bring him home, eat until they full Or they out in the shed, on the side drinkin' shine Ol' lady bitchin', better bring your ass inside It's way past nine, you've been drinkin' all night Get to work on time, up before sun rise They call me redneck, white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass They call me redneck white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass They call me redneck, white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass They call me redneck white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass What the fuck you rappin' for? Nigga ass nigga Got your saggin' pants, with your ass hangin' out the back Hangin' out in front of liquor stores sellin' crack Just so you can put some 24's on your Cadillac Baby mama bitchin', you ain't' takin' care of business All you do is smoke weed, run around with other bitches And you can't keep a job, 'cause you're in and out of prison Guess it must be Trump's fault, 'cause you're makin' bad decisions That's about niggas but what about black folk? Raise their kids right, every night mom and dad are home Huntin' for a job, not cryin' about a privilege Cryin' out to God, stop the violence where we livin' Fuck it though, you a nigga and I'm just a cracker They pin us against each other, sit back and they watch it happen In the hood, they sellin' crack, and killin' over shoes and jackets In the trailer park, they fall apart, a bunch of Mack daddies They call me redneck, white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass They call me redneck white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass They call me redneck, white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass They call me redneck white trash, say it back I don't care, kiss my ass, I don't care, kiss my ass