Bout to do the damn thing you know
1, 2, it's live
I'm about to take these boys back to the dirty

Back to the mud
Some of these old country $$# here
But first let me hit that boy


We blazed to haze
And drift away to encampment

Get my mind right
Then escape to the ba!@&(t
We spent many moments

Minuets turned to hours
Motivated by the money
A passion for the power

Cowards talked very seldom acted
(*##$es with nothing
To do but hate on staks %#@!

Worked my $$# off
Stayed focused and made moves
Thus began the voyage from

Lebanon to Baton Rouge

I've been commin iced out

Jumping out of limos
Walking threw different wards
Giving away my demos

From Houston to Brooklyn
On tight $$# beats
Flying coach man

I hate these $#&@in
Tight $$# seats
I knew the ride was rough

But I aint scared to fly
I'm at piece with my self
And I'm prepared to die

I come back off tour
Covered in mud
After walking threw neighborhoods

Full of Cribs and Bloods
I'm


[HOOK x2]
Dirty dirty rough and raw
Kept it real with my people

Never $#&@ed with yall
Say $#&@ the law
$#&@ the brauds

Live my life to the fullest
And I did it because


I was a turnout raised on some big boy %#@!
I love fully automatics and red nose pits
I love clubs when there crunked rowdy and wild

I love rappers with their own original style
I love big boned brauds down home cooking
I love to retaliate on the blind side when the (*##$ aint looking

I see a lot of wannabes but I can't let that bother me
Thinking it will be their downfall that's my falsify


Honestly this whole %#@!s and atrocity
Quote me
H-A-Y-S-T-A-K apostrophe

M-A-K apostrophe M-I double L
I-O-N he who blaze new trails


Ive been cuffed and took to jail
For possession and sale
You know I aint gonna tell

Go-on get me a bail
So I can go and grab these Ls out of grannies and paws
I got them hid way back deep in the garage

That's

[HOOK x2]

Dirty dirty rough and raw
Kept it real with my people
Never $#&@ed with yall
Say $#&@ the law
$#&@ the brauds

Live my life to the fullest
And I did it because

Way back in the woods where the weed plants grow
Where the bulldogs fight till they cant no more

We smoke that dodo, that straight dro
You talk that big %#@! and still blow that Pedro
Make 'do before you come here bumping your gums
You had me standing over your body like
"What have I done?"

I mic becomes a smoking gun before the time that I'm threw
A murder weapon used to do every fool in your crew
I get a rush when I just pick it up and hold it
Check check, stak be careful that's loaded
I exploded on the scene like napalm

That white boys the bomb
Every word was as holy as the Curran
Or the King James Bible
The book of Mormon
I done seen homies turn to confidential informants
And that's


[HOOK x2]
Dirty dirty rough and raw
Kept it real with my people
Never $#&@ed with yall
Say $#&@ the law
$#&@ the brauds

Live my life to the fullest
And I did it because