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Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in and I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank
Fuck them niggas,
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in and I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bit make up your mind
(Yeah, hoe)

All this attention, I don’t even know what I might even do with it

That Control beat is like an ugly bitch that everybody done fucked raw
Maybe you hit it!
Aw mane, I’m more concerned why niggas been textin’ my cell
Callin’ my phone
Ask me about this Kendrick shit
That he ain’t even really even diss me on
I ain’t drawn to all this propaganda
Rap shit bout the real Santa
Now I’m lyrical all of the sudden
Well last year they claim they ain’t understand me
I’m buryin’ this (Yeah, hoe)
And pissin’ on they graves
Another nigga, other nigga name on your chain
And they call me a slave
Niggas scared of this country boy, lord forbid I catch a body

In the studio tryna calm your soul
Lookin’ at your manager, I think Krizzle got me
I put you in the trunk with these subwoof
5th wheel in my shottie
I’m so prolific with these scriptures they might give me a Bible
Page 1, come here son
Mind your manners, just be cool
I know you lame when you was in school
The little fame you ain’t used to
And it was easy for you to move through
English class put y’all off these swords
Like one of these days I’mma be a rapper
But all my verses gonna be borrowed
So I’ma take from all these Southern artists
That mainstream never heard of, recycle all of they lingo
And make sure I screw my words up

Bravo for your swagger-jackin’
I’m overwhelmed by your dedication
You act a fool and these people into thinkin’
That yo music was innovative. Frustrated!
Rap battlin’ neva got me out of no public housin’
You tellin’ me I can be King of hip-hop
And they wouldn’t give it to Andre 3000?!
Nigga please, this award ain’t got shit to do with us
God could physically come down and say
‘He the greatest, my favorite, y’all should listen, he have potential
To outlive the heatwave I’mma send through this motherfucker
And rebuild for a whole ‘nother other culture’
And that wouldn’t be enough

So fuck these haters and fuck these hoes
Damn right I still mean that

Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in and I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank
Fuck them niggas,
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in and I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bit make up your mind
(Yeah, hoe)

Hope the hook wasn’t too simple

Either way nigga, I wrote it
Yes, I made the beat, yes, I mixed the track
I am far from wack, you a one-trick pony
I don’t fall in line, I define what’s rhyme
Fuck what you was thinkin’, bloggers they can quote it
Lotta rappers buried underneath my house
They know what I’m bout, you ain’t even know it
Overdosed on hocus-pocus, jibber-jabber
Snap on my stature was firebreathin’ dragon
King of every castle, how you soundin’ rappers?!
All these label must be givin’ out a raffle
Wranglin’ like cattle, keep a nigga shackled
Leavin’ people baffled, tap dance nigga
Misleadin’ all of your rap fans, nigga
Wilin’ why don’t y’all do a lap dance, nigga?

Sap ass nigga, do whatever for some dap ass nigga
I ain’t got time to watch out for children, stay out my kitchen
The shit that I’m cookin’ ain’t meant for your kind
Crackin’ and bashin’ the shit out your spine
King with a crown, humble and tall
Tyrants never keep quiet, they’d rather be violent
So I’m beheading them all! (Yeah, hoe)
The lay of the land, I’m settin’ fire to buildings and bridges
You ain’t sell out a show until you sell out one in Mississippi
What’s good for hip-hop may not be good for my soul
So, I keep flexin’, wreckin’, for the people that respect it

Check it, fuck I’m Control
(Are you not entertained!)
Bitch!

Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in and I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought they wanted molly, thought they wanted drank
Fuck them niggas,
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in and I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted gold, thought they wanted shine
Thought they wanted radio, bit make up your mind
(Yeah, hoe)

Fuck them niggas!
Yea, I said it, fuck them niggas!
Yea, I said it, fuck them niggas!
Yea, I said it, thought they wanted radio, bitch make up your mind
Fuck them niggas!

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