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They should know by now, when I rap I gotta reputation Causin' devastation, I'm gettin' down for mine See Tech N9ne fucked around and signed An individual that's visibly out his mind It's hard to count the times how many rappers have Massacred Al Capone and every day is St. Valentine's It's Jonny Valiant, I'm the first thing that comes to mind When you hit the Gwinnett County line I'm on powder and Crown combined I like to mix the, uppers with the liquor Then I switch up poppin' the Klonopins, I got me a prescription Watch out for the rappers tryna plot another stick up Reminisce the kids in my clique that ain't with us anymore They ain't live to see past twenty Tryna see fast money got they ditch dug early So no wonder why it's hard to be religious White boy shit, we ain't hoppin' in a pickup They done picked us to be redneck Like my wrist tat tell 'em (?) Gotta wipe a pimp down with a lint brush Oh-ee, no way Symbol on my shoe blue, two Gs, too clean Groupies turning up, they wanna fuck And try'na bust into a new scene, that's rude, see Fuck the YouTube views and your news feed 'Cause your whole style is whack Letras de cancionesYou getting clout nowadays when you sound exactly like another man I ain't try'na vouch for that Used to wear button downs and slacks but now you trap You strapped but you swear you was down for classes Mumble rap sound style, you be trying to sound relaxed You take words and renounce them back To sound like you have an accent, really that's it? I never thought I'd use the word "flabbergasted" It's an exact fit to explain my reaction, like I'm yackin' in a trash bin I don't use a bunch of ad-libs to distract fans I combine the real with the metaphors and bars From the wheel struggling to get a deal Gwinnet valley in the hills Like you try'na win the Tour De France You can't tell me I don't kill shit Put me up in the coup deville feel with a foreign car But ten years and I'm still lit Now my Colorado homies in their twenty past four o'clock It's last call but I got another court to pop And I ain't ever wore a cap and gown But got mass amounts of cash to count I'm rapping now for spazzing out So tell 'em when they ask around [Hook] I get down Down for mine, down for mine I get down Down for mine, down for mine I get down Down for mine, down for mine I told 'em I don't fuck around about a thousand times I show out and shine with no doubt in mind I get down [Verse 2] From Letras Mania