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Rock out in this bitch, rock out in this ho
I was overseas, sold out every show
They some yes-men, so them niggas never know (know)
Niggas wannabes, but we two, so we co-ops
All my niggas fed, with a thot, we was wired up
White bitch wanna do CNC in the BNB
I'm the Duke of Hazard so you know I had to tire up
Niggas envy like Nevada, what's the matter, bruh?
If you really him, like you said, I woulda heard of you
If my family heard what you said, they woulda murdered you
Yes, I am a dork, but I'm connected to a gang or two
I'ma take my time with this shit, slow the vertical (bitch)
Slow the vertical, you rushin' shit, its hurtin' you
Wanna be on, just be gone for a buck or two (shit)
I was in (shh), with the (shh), shit was uncomfortable (shit)
Life a maze, I'm amazed that I made it through

All you do is whine, yeah, we heard it through the grapevine
Ain't shit sweet, we got dates 'cross state-lines
When I see the hoes out then I know it's slay time
Your bitch getting dogged-out, hit her with my K9s
Seein' two L's, that some business that I can't mind
Livin' near the Hoovers, ain't no tellin' what you may find
You might catch a wall gettin' balm like it's napalm
Icks-nay on the iggs-nay 'less it's pape' time
You just had a light year, we ain't talkin' spacetime
When I tell 'em watch this, now he gotta face time
Know that bitch lyin', but it's cool, I'm a tamer
Sonnin' all these niggas, I'm a slave to the labor
Sunnin' all these niggas, coulda' been a solar panel
Know some niggas make the stick glow just like at Disney Channel
Know some niggas got the juice, no, it's something you can't handle
Sippin' out the straw then broke the f*ckin' back up off the camel

Rock out in this bitch, rock out in this ho
I was overseas, sold out every show
Rock out in this bitch, rock out in this ho
I was overseas, sold out every show
Ayy, rock out in this bitch, rock out in this ho
We can't ever stop, we can't ever fold
Rock out in this bitch, rock out in this ho
I was overseas, sold out every show

Can't go back and forth, I just learnt my worth
I'm a 6'5 nigga but ain't but cash keeps you short
Grandma just like me, was smokin' house with her Newports
Addiction run in the family, I run from my family, I hide in my work
Dawgs the FCC, the way I'm fixin' all these curses
Day I got my soul when I had gave them boys my cursive
Dad had called me sick while I was workin' on my verses
Wasn't compliments, truth be told ain't called him since
'Cause truth be told, I hold a grudge
Truth be told I got a phobia of turning to a dove
Truth be told he barely pulled through, our feelings losing blood
Truth be told, the truth can't be told, can't tell you who I was
Money had me nip the old me in a f*ckin' bud

(Yo, talk to 'em, man) yeah, yeah

What I'm not, is everything they say I wouldn't change
And what I got to show for it is every drop of pain
I hope my pops, his blood wash over me like DMX
'Til this day I still regret not being there for his last breathe
Before he dropped
I couldn't help but fall victim to change
To be my biggest fan and balance somewhat-pseudo fame
The thoughts I can't restrain but should never get entertained
Feedback I'm gettin' could turn silence to the loudest thing
A heavy bar, my ears smokin', my veins feel like they 'bout to pop
My skin boilin', resembling the sunspots
Hopin' therapy can help me bear the weight
To let these words illustrate how every verse is gettin' laid
I'm on top, the pen strokin', the paper comin' nonstop
Cuttin' through these opps they just obstacles
More blood than sweat and tears inside the bucket
They look like I put cranberry in a vodka shot
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Rock out in this bitch, rock out in this ho
I was overseas, sold out every show
They some yes-men, so them niggas never know (know)
Niggas wannabes, but we two, so we co-ops
All my niggas fed, with a thot, we was wired up
White bitch wanna do CNC in the BNB
I'm the Duke of Hazard so you know I had to tire up
Niggas envy like Nevada, what's the matter, bruh?
If you really him, like you said, I woulda heard of you
If my family heard what you said, they woulda murdered you
Yes, I am a dork, but I'm connected to a gang or two
I'ma take my time with this shit, slow the vertical (bitch)
Slow the vertical, you rushin' shit, its hurtin' you
Wanna be on, just be gone for a buck or two (shit)
I was in (shh), with the (shh), shit was uncomfortable (shit)
Life a maze, I'm amazed that I made it through

All you do is whine, yeah, we heard it through the grapevine
Ain't shit sweet, we got dates 'cross state-lines
When I see the hoes out then I know it's slay time
Your bitch getting dogged-out, hit her with my K9s
Seein' two L's, that some business that I can't mind
Livin' near the Hoovers, ain't no tellin' what you may find
You might catch a wall gettin' balm like it's napalm
Icks-nay on the iggs-nay 'less it's pape' time
You just had a light year, we ain't talkin' spacetime
When I tell 'em watch this, now he gotta face time
Know that bitch lyin', but it's cool, I'm a tamer
Sonnin' all these niggas, I'm a slave to the labor
Sunnin' all these niggas, coulda' been a solar panel
Know some niggas make the stick glow just like at Disney Channel
Know some niggas got the juice, no, it's something you can't handle
Sippin' out the straw then broke the f*ckin' back up off the camel

Rock out in this bitch, rock out in this ho
I was overseas, sold out every show
Rock out in this bitch, rock out in this ho
I was overseas, sold out every show
Ayy, rock out in this bitch, rock out in this ho
We can't ever stop, we can't ever fold
Rock out in this bitch, rock out in this ho
I was overseas, sold out every show

Can't go back and forth, I just learnt my worth
I'm a 6'5 nigga but ain't but cash keeps you short
Grandma just like me, was smokin' house with her Newports
Addiction run in the family, I run from my family, I hide in my work
Dawgs the FCC, the way I'm fixin' all these curses
Day I got my soul when I had gave them boys my cursive
Dad had called me sick while I was workin' on my verses
Wasn't compliments, truth be told ain't called him since
'Cause truth be told, I hold a grudge
Truth be told I got a phobia of turning to a dove
Truth be told he barely pulled through, our feelings losing blood
Truth be told, the truth can't be told, can't tell you who I was
Money had me nip the old me in a f*ckin' bud

(Yo, talk to 'em, man) yeah, yeah

What I'm not, is everything they say I wouldn't change
And what I got to show for it is every drop of pain
I hope my pops, his blood wash over me like DMX
'Til this day I still regret not being there for his last breathe
Before he dropped
I couldn't help but fall victim to change
To be my biggest fan and balance somewhat-pseudo fame
The thoughts I can't restrain but should never get entertained
Feedback I'm gettin' could turn silence to the loudest thing
A heavy bar, my ears smokin', my veins feel like they 'bout to pop
My skin boilin', resembling the sunspots
Hopin' therapy can help me bear the weight
To let these words illustrate how every verse is gettin' laid
I'm on top, the pen strokin', the paper comin' nonstop
Cuttin' through these opps they just obstacles
More blood than sweat and tears inside the bucket
They look like I put cranberry in a vodka shot
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Writer: Adrian Waller, Dilip Venkatesh, Matt Cohn, Wale Onayemi
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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