that no one else can do Like me So take me, break me What a feeling like You never had before Leaves me reeling and hungering for A feeling like You
of talking, man, y'all ain't listening Them ol' dirt roads is what y'all missing Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back, swerving like I'm George
glass Bullets at the border, war games take a stab Coordinate who can pass like a paper bag Minutes on an internet porn page, fornicate make her gag What
spittin' the same What he says is irrelevant Hip-Hop culture has changed When I walk in the room Young boys look at me strange As if I am a relic From
now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Throw your hands in the air have a sip take a toke (Hot ish) You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Go 'head do your two step
feel my aura Mauziano, I'm like a silver tsar holdin' golden Metal and though I hold my arm swollen On the farm belong for soldiers I control Is like
out I'm tired of talkin', ya'll ain't listenin' Them old dirt roads is what you all missin' Chillin' on a dirt road Laid back, swervin' like I'm George
What is the matter, ain't you in love with me no more? I enlisted in the army today One more time before I march away Make me feel like a big strong
to feel my aura Mauziano I'm like a silver tzar holdin golden Metal & dough I hold my arm swollen On the farm belong for soldiers I control is like they
read what picture crossed in Then raise my arms like a sorcerer an' cast a fireball into the audience To barbecue your brain organs You feel like you?ve been thrown in a
work that we sent, he never lost a case for a female client yet. And a sweet little puss like yours, let's just say what a blindness you got. [Roxie
, the queens is what I boast But these kids in the south is what a nigga love the most {Bridge} Damn, the kids is what a nigga loves most Fuck, so trill
for a job I mean, my dad's got five kids, man and I mean you know He hates drivin' a bus but he loves five kids You feel me? I'm a rhyme artist Out here
has a with young idle eyes And idle time is the playground Where old profesions lay down Like sweet sugar stays brown and on the mind Gals whose whispers blow through tender lips like
Used to dream of getting out Just like the college boys did Maybe I was born Without a rambling bone You stay in one place long enough And it starts to feel like