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[bad word] [bad word] shadyrecordsgroup [Hook] Cinnamon seats, dashboard flakes, yeah, sprayed out [bad word] as a fool, throwing that Jimmy back until I’m laid out Homie, I’m on my Catfish Billy [bad word] I’m talking way out Dude, I’m way out – I’m talking way out Rolling country side anywhere that I go, hey now [bad word] on ‘Quake, cops pulling off they telling me “turn it way down” Homie, I’m on my Catfish Billy [bad word] I’m talking way out Dude, I’m way out – I’m talking way out [Verse 1] Yeah – intergalactic, out of my mind and into traffic In the pepper Converse tryna climb out And risk it with nothing in my backpack It’s me: a son of a [bad word] a child of a prick stepson you don’t wanna hit Ooo wee, no, not him – not Lil Wayne, Michael Wayans Who you thought it was, B? [bad word] right, and I’m on a tightrope Screaming out “die [bad word] , [bad word] my life I ain’t never give a [bad word] I could never give a [bad word] now So put the chain on my bike, yeah Put that [bad word] back on the spot, give me the pistol before you [bad word] it Let me throw a bullet in the clip for luck for us Poor us, yeah, popping these, shocking, ain’t it mane? Well, I guess nobody wants to be broke, right? Black or white Paint the frame ‘Cause I’m only used to refusing the stereotypes of a name I ain’t a name – I’m a soul, I’m a piece of gold I’m a pro, I’m a piece of [bad word] too, too What I gotta do if I gotta roll? Guess what? I’mma roll all over you when I’m riding [Hook] [Verse 2] Used to watch my beeper chirp, new [bad word] and a Black (?) shirt My world was a little bitty spot in the universe outside of Earth Tennessee loud, Alabama born, I came down in a meteor storm Media wrong, media right, righting my wrong, lean to get long [bad word] to get this, children go – this building is about to blow I don’t know what I’mma do with this feeling inside of my mind and soul I’m a one-in-a-million human show Shoulda been the [bad word] [bad word] Show But if you seen me getting raped as a child You probably wouldn’t give me room to grow Heavy blow, take a heavy sigh Like [bad word] on the dailies, high oh my You’ll be good, baby boy, don’t cry I can make a boat with the broke up rhymes God made me the Cherokee like no I can’t let the world off the hook this time And if you didn’t want this catfish [bad word] In fact, you should’ve never shook that line Readied that hook, took this time, to press play, then rewind I would rather be [bad word] than be blind To the space age pimp [bad word] that [bad word] With what I know, rock and roll, I’m so famous, country fresh That I can’t take one step in the [bad word] street when I’m in public So I get in this [Hook]