over here

, silverado, black package, dealership didn't have time to tag it, i whipped that bitch out the parking lot, like i was dead broke and i couldn't have it, uh, swipe that piece of plastic, rode around nashville for three hours, listenin' to peace, waitin' for the magic, swung by the crib, grabbed wlpwr, get the bar, of course the ball, valet park my brand new car, threw the keys and when you move it, please, be careful and don't go too far, took a second and soaked it in, couldn't wipe off my big-ass grin, look at will, "can you believe it, man?, just wait 'til i get them twinny-twin-twins", that's hard work, i had to do a lot of yard work, i had to pick up that white trash, so i could bet on my bar to work, i had to cut my own path, and do something that had never been done, alabama ain't no cakewalk, i showed the world how we popped that trunk, and it's one shot down, two shot down, three, and this old fuckboy keeps looking at me, he walks up to us then offers me a drink, i know that he wants to hang, he must think that i'm a tree, wanna be rock and roll, he starts ramblin' about who he knows, and where he's been and how many records he's sold, with who and how and this and that, and i can't pretend to like this douchebag, even though he's got the boost that has the leather and the durag, the shit he told me he wrote for so-and-so is just so, so whack, don't wanna be the supermodel for the clothes you wear, don't pull a seat up 'cause you see me in my folding chair, congratulations, hope your mama's proud of what you've done, but she may be the only one 'cause, from over here, you just a bitch, from over here, a liar and thief, man, from over here, you make us sick, from over here, you fakin' to get rich, don't come over here, uh, black shot jacket, black harley, loot cases, 38 og, creatively a new worn baby, from the g to the a dot d, went from the creek to a love story, went from a single wide trailer to the booth's alligator, and a highrise over the streets, ran through the dirty south in cleats, never lost touch, never got beat, lot of rappers talk about who's doing what, not a single one said shit about me, now that's respect, can't buy that with a bat or a check, better check the beat, i mob with kings, crown my head with a tattoo, slum, make sure it reads, no more at sea, fuck a message in a bottle, deliver my words like desperado, misfits under my umbrella, i hope these songs fulfill the sorrow, take the bricks so you can build tomorrow, like a freemason, claw and arrow, free bird, a prophet's sparrow, flying through hip-hop, rock, and metal, and while that clock is ticking, i won't let a soul living stop my vision, give me that bucket and a mop to dip in, i'll shine that floor until it's popping prisms, 'til you see the colors of the rainbow dancing off my box chevy, don't try to fill up my gas tank or my shoes, homie, you ain't ready, and if imitation is flattery, uh, i don't lack on the flattery, i just led gatherings up in my room with the magic, go back to my cabin and charge up my battery, don't wanna be the supermodel for the clothes you wear, don't pull a seat up 'cause you see me in my folding chair, congratulations, hope your mama's proud of what you've done, but she may be the only one 'cause, from over here, you just a bitch, from over here, a liar and thief, man, from over here, you make us sick, from over here, you fakin' to get rich, don't come over here, fake fucking rockstars, don't come over here, politicians, cop cars, don't come over here, pill poppin' sloppy rappers, don't come over here, all you motherfucking biters, don't come over here