Can it be

[Verse]

Yeah

Now Yelawolf is only getting funky

Ask Mommy I'm a fool come and laugh for me

Hit the fame wit' more soul than a sad junkie

This ol' cracker shit on rappers like bad plumming

It's overgrown but they couldn't hide my path from me

I'm in the truck you you shoulda' seen the white trash coming

Fuck A Bitch, I'm trash honey Walking With My Hands Pointed

At her throat Like A Mad Mummy lap suckas' around the track

Mash Money bank wads and paint jobs could get the cash from me

Treat everybody like a wall to a crash dummy jesus I mean that's

A call to the last coming a cheetah was never seen this fast running

Like I do rap hunny can't you hear the echo to the brass humming

I want it all I want the last something if there's something to be got

I want to get the got and leave the rats nothing and if the GOD, GOT

GOT by the last monkey I'm a gorilla the vanilla bean, that's hungry

Hungry enough to eat a burrito full of mayo and glass clumsy when I'm drunk off

Off a glass of brass monkey giving up is like giving my dad money

I'm better off giving up, cause I'll never see back the cash from em

Family values are a drag sunny, when you're from Alabama

Even grandma's lookin' for that fast money

[Hook]

Hello

Bootleg kev and yelawolf and we say

Howdy

How you doing out there

Hello

Can it be that it was all so simple

I'm sorry

Or does anyone even fucking care

And im back like a fuckin fetus between the knees of a cheetah

Killed by the coathanger, my throat rangled i breath in this mic

Reachin for credit but im really reachin for cleavage

From the bitch of the rap game i want milk, i won't believe it if you say i dont deserve im worth it, im worth adidas and gold chains and fedoras and all that come for the reason

To be a part of the leaders the preachers and money seekers

Thatll turn my project come into a fuckin platinum leaker, or gold at least come on i mean i'm not a golden retriever

But i receive the gold even if i win by a needle

The people winnin i see em i got em im on their heel, with the tank and a militia with a mission like Steven Siegel

Deceivin the sheeps illegal i need the sheep to be smarter, im a martyr but im not a creep you should know when you see the eagle

The script and the seven seagrams the sip and the shine is lethal, but a drunk bird in flights like a baby drivin a regal

But maybe the babys fright and my flight is only a piece of the story cause im not boring im an entertainer to the people

In your brain like i thought, im the prince to the Sheila cause Sheila's my momma, and this purple reign in my roof leaks to the bucket but fuck it all i fix roofs and i fix heaters

So i never stay cold for long im too strong im a two seater in a used beamer with a corvette engine on an empty street wit a nitrous tank but the night is blank and i got no high beams to see

But a high beam to me, is a jim beam high hi bean how ya be

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