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(Turn on this shit, Brazy) Record label called my phone, said they tryna take me far Told my lawyer, "Nigga, I ain't tryna be no star" I like to chill, sometimes I hit the bar I feel peace when I'm workin' on my car Ben Hill BP, 15 on 4 312 cars when I pass Texaco County line, Taylor Port, got it straight from Joe Girls starin' hard when I walk up out the store 6'6" with my own shit and I ain't got no baby I'm too handsome, shit, it's hard to keep a lady Like drivin' old shit, with a car, no Mercedes I ain't fuckin' with nobody, sittin' up movin' shady Nowadays, on a meetin' at the house eatin' squid Kick it with my dogs, Mexiko ain't got no kid Used to call Ma Dukes straight from my JID Life got better when I prayed and it did I was down bad, rehab, I needed hеlp Fuckin' with them pills, couldn't do it by myself It was kinda hard, all thesе cards I was dealt I was goin' through it, you ain't feel how I felt Life got better, Mexiko, he found Christ After ten o'clock, I ain't goin' out tonight I been spendin' all this time tryna get right All these folks think I play a sport 'cause my height From Letras Mania