All For Ohio

[Verse 1: Cal Scrubby]

I was 22 when I starting rappin'

I'm 24 and I haven't started stackin'

So Cody let's get it crackin'

By 25 I wanna have an Aston

So I can hit the gas

A hundred fifty on the dash

And probably crash, but fuck it

I'm only rolling with a fraction of my faction

Other half in Cincinnati where they happy just relaxin'

Actually they're stayin' patient ready for some action

Cause they know it's bound to happen when I cut off all these distractions

Man I thought it, I planned it

I mapped it, no atlas

Been studying the route, I bet you I could run it backwards

See, me and Dreamer the same, it's Peyton to Reggie Wayne

This shit is not a game, is not a game, it's like practice

I'm open to the question, all you got to do is ask it

Hopefully I'll leave you broken jokers with an open casket

Murder, murder, murder, dropping album full of classics

Hidin' money in the mattress, actin' like I've started trappin'

See the fact is, I'm feeling trapped in corners that I've backed in

Expecting me to dap some rappers rather than attack them

They talk a lot of smack about the heat they keep for clappin'

I'll be discreet and catch you slipping needing cleats for traction

UHH

I'm rocking all my under Under Armor garments

I'm a half-retarded artist but the dumbest go the farthest

Instead I'm going stupid, you assuming you the hardest

But if you could hear the shit you spitting you would probably vomit

I slow it down for those who can't process

When I flow like faucets

In the zone like 'Oh Shit' here he goes

With all this shit no one understands

Does he know that I don't want to listen

I just want to dance

Yeah I know that

I'm just thinking I should bring the flow back

Spend a little green on green, then I blow that

Picking leaves off of money trees; hope they grow back

It's all of the O-H, cause I feel like I owe that