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If you wanna have some fun
Go and get ignorant n dumb
If you wanna have some fun
Go and get ignorant n dumb
If you wanna have some fun
Go and get ignorant n dumb
If you wanna have some fun
Go and get ignorant n dumb

Smart guy but fell in love with the ignorant flows
spitting it slow
Guess I always related to Peter Miller y'know
Cause if I make 'em say Uh
I know ladies gon' come
As I'm writing this my cousin just got shot in the club
By the rapper on stage, shooting back for the buzz
So if we preaching to our choirs then it only make sense
For me to be kicking games to the actual thugs
We want it loud, ignorant and disrespectful
That 3am, that one for the xans, feel the pressure
Is it cause we out here dumber than ever?
That promethazine lean got us number than ever?
Or the schools giving up on kids
And the hurting rip us apart
Da'quan didn't learn to interpret Kendrick Lamar
But that Hendrix gon' distract him from
Empty pantrys and cabinets
It's worth it if he can feel
Like 30 minutes of star
The South mastered this art or bravado and stunt
I give 'em that, God and involve a positive touch
Y'all boys rapping fast but ain't talking enough
They know them outdated never target a bunch
So they pray the wave on
They want their head behind back
And call it mumble rap when they hear that
Smooth down South accent
And sound foreign, wanna diss out tracks
I got ammo for you birds though
Represent the Third Coast

Every once in a while I gotta show 'em I can rap
Y'know what I'm saying
Just cause they always discredit it
"Oh it's from the South" y'know
We got our own sound
Don't try to discredit or knock it
Just cause we ain't doing what you doing
We took Hip-Hop and you not getting it back
For real

I grew up UGK, I grew up Swisha house
Outkast and Cash Money, I got the bounce
They look up on me
Like Gwen Stefani and gotta doubt
My rapping that is
I'm trapping, that is
Son a lot of sucky rappers
They my Dracula kids
Get to flippin' over beef without
A spatula gig
I know it's my pride
I soar and I thrive
Got more of a mind to
Hit up all you rappers
'Fore I throw up my side
Switch the beat up so I seem smart
Me spark, I know my bars go over heads
Like a theme park
I know nobody touching my hooks
Like Kareem [?]
I know I came up from out the gutter
I'ma street shark
Street smart, but I'm showing off my college degree
I got bars every song, get your audibles clean
Content God given, God talking to me
Back to this free base cause it's all that we need

Now they got me putting on a wrist
(On a wrist)
I just put that gold up on my wrist
(I put that gold on)
Tryna put my shawty in the mix
(Wrist, wrist, wrist)
She so bad I almost threw a fit
(Threw a fit)
In my hood they selling dope, ain't no jobs
(Ain't no jobs)
I know real freedom come from God
(Preach, preach)
Heisman, they made me hit the Heisman
(Ok, ok, ok)
Just in case somebody wanna blitz
(Woah, Woah)
Brought the ignorance, I brought the dumb
This will get you hooked, I ain't talking 'bout no phonics
Tryna keep my brother off the beans cause they toxic
Rings, rings, rings got me feeling like I'm Sonic
Do this all day

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