They used to call me names
Said i was just a wanna be
But now they all pay to see

What they were gettin for free
How about them days and now
You dont know what to say

Aint it funny how the sun can shine
And hide away


And its a long way on a they say highway
Im still runnin
A lonesome highway of uncut my way

Can you feel me comin
In a 59 drop top blood red cadillac


Knock knockin
Black bob at your door
Still rockin

Everybody say that
Knock knockin


They used to say ritchie boy
He got no sense
But now they say oh bobby man

He was my best friend
Aint it funny how the glory and the stories
And the times can change

And no sense ritchie just
But himself a big $#&@in airplane


I grew up in the back woods
Hung in the crack hoods
Learned to pimp

Like a mack should
I could have been a rich man like pops
I never kissed $$#

And those days since passed
Here i stand like jesus
I dont need this

$#&@ you ho's can squeeze this
I cant believe this
Im so wasted

From all the fruits of life
That ive tasted
Never a clone on the microphone

I got %#@! built up
Cause i never felt loved at home
And all alones how i spend my free time

Writin freal rhymes
Drinkin cheap wine
Easy whips

And a cracker
Im the master blaster
No one cuts faster

The king of disaster
Is who i'am ho
And i'll be rippin the $#&@in ryhmes

And ill make you mother %#@! her pants bro
So so
You better watch your back

Watch for me comin
Watch for me comin
In a 59 drop top blood red cadillac