3rd Coast

[Produced by Big KRIT] [Verse 1:] I ain't never been the type to be a lame, a hater My flow is like precious wine, I get greater, later And only time will tell if I will prevail over the fiction Now the (?) came out, everybody wants his digits Call him up the streets about this (?) is he versatile? Does he have a banjo as his picture? We can make a million and I promise that we'll bomb that But first give up your 99 percent and sign this contract For nothin', a little bit of fame and some hoes And I'll retire age of 40 platinum with no (?) I'd rather not, I hit the block and smoke a lot out the trunk My pockets big and fat in due time just like the Trumps Fiend after fiend would get addicted to this (?) A&Rs got their first hit now they get back Get stacks, that's what a wise man told me I took that to the heart and fed it times three [Hook:] x4 I can be your guide or your coach Deep down in the bottom of that 3rd Coast [Verse 2:] Wake up, wash my face, get clean, and check my phone Pull out the freshest T I got and throw my Forces on (?) crease, fitted cap, sittin' low My mind frame is country, so country is all I know Reach my grandma in my morning, she swear I don't get rest She won't let me leave the house until I eat me up some breakfast Wants me to cut my chin hair and fix my pants I tell her just who I am and eventually she'll understand Grab the door knob, with the (?) on my own While some return home, but mostly remain gone In that street war, where surviving is so irrelevant The only representation I got is them dead presidents I'm on guard, more than ever I pray to God I worked so hard to get my equal rights, I paid my tithes My music bumpin', years ago I was onto something But what do I do my nigga? Truly I'm only country But that was then, this is now, and was forever Is my own go in stride to find me something better Then what lies beneath me, increasing my interviews While labels calculate my net-worth and revenue I speak for the hood, ghetto thinking, and ghetto livin' I embody the ghetto people and ghetto children I am that, you that man, your coach Your guide down deep in the Earth to third coast [Hook:] [Outro:] Buy these motherfucking stocks Buy these motherfucking stocks