Farm

Yeah, nigga

Aye, Aye

I've been on the, I've been on the-






I've been on the run, that's why I go harder than you go

Plus I call 'em like I see 'em, maybe that's why I'm all alone

Product of the cold, but let me back up

The bitch back arched like a bow, yes sir

Leave her eyes, and in between them thighs, wetter

I told you that I'm in it for the long stretcher

I thought I told you that I'm in it for the long stretch

Drunk off of liquor from the long neck bottle

Mama told me that her soul been hollow for the longest

I told her like I know those problems

But you gotta know that wallowing is chosen

I scraped my face on the bottom one time

Now mama son shine

Like the mother fucking blinds when they open

Ashes to Ashes, pray death kiss my opponent

Had scars on my fist when I rose it

Armed with intent to provoke and a motive

Not be nutrition for vultures

Armor too thick for the poking

Think 'fore you 'proach me, bitch






It's 6 in the morning

You live 'round the corner

It's hard in the city, I'm falling, I'm sickened

The piggy's approaching, clicking the cuffs on the poultry

Chickens get split and get sold

Live or you don’t

Do what you do for your family but most, handle yourself

Know your daddy got goals

Be a man and just focus

Get you a plan and you get your shit split like divorce

Only throw hands when you stuck in a jam

And they force it, we can't afford no more losses

When your mind run cut the faucet, cuz

6 in the morning

The piggy approaching

Your window half open

He reach in and choke you

The world keep on spinning

We fish in the toilet

It get difficult not to get hopeless

It get difficult, it get difficult