3rd Coast

[Verse 1]

I ain't never been the type to be a lame, a hater

My flow is like precious wine, I get greater, later

And only time will tell if I will prevail over the fiction

Now the (?) came out, everybody wants his digits

Call him up the streets about this (?) is he versatile? Does he have a banjo as his picture?

We can make a million and I promise that we'll bomb that

But first give up your 99 percent and sign this contract

For nothin', a little bit of fame and some hoes

And I'll retire age of 40 platinum with no (?)

I'd rather not, I hit the block and smoke a lot out the trunk

My pockets big and fat in due time just like the Trumps

Fiend after fiend would get addicted to this (?)

A&Rs got their first hit now they get back

Get stacks, that's what a wise man told me

I took that to the heart and fed it times three

[Hook] x4

I can be your guide or your coach

Deep down in the bottom of that 3rd Coast

[Verse 2]

Wake up, wash my face, get clean, and check my phone

Pull out the freshest T I got and throw my Forces on

(?) crease, fitted cap, sittin' low

My mind frame is country, so country is all I know

Reach my grandma in my morning, she swear I don't get rest

She won't let me leave the house until I eat me up some breakfast

Wants me to cut my chin hair and fix my pants

I tell her just who I am and eventually she'll understand

Grab the door knob, with the (?) on my own

While some return home, but mostly remain gone

In that street war, where surviving is so irrelevant

The only representation I got is them dead presidents

I'm on guard, more than ever I pray to God

I worked so hard to get my equal rights, I paid my tithes

My music bumpin', years ago I was onto something

But what do I do my nigga? Truly I'm only country

But that was then, this is now, and was forever

Is my own go in stride to find me something better

Then what lies beneath me, increasing my interviews

While labels calculate my net-worth and revenue

I speak for the hood, ghetto thinking, and ghetto livin'

I embody the ghetto people and ghetto children

I am that, you that man, your coach

Your guide down deep in the Earth to third coast

[Hook]

[Outro]

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