Shit On My Lawn

[Verse 1] If the grass is greener on the other side Than why in the hell did you choose to come here? (Do tell) I am not a weakling like these other guys I am not frail so just to be clear (You'll fail) Your port folio is foliage in autum Pretty for a few weeks until it hit bottom Fetch my leaf blower, you might con most With what you compose but it's mostly compost Plant foot in your ass like I punt for a team You bums are all thumbs but none of them green In the jungle you king? You're lying, a meer dande A Stan of Stan because I'm after Stanleys Build and destroy when I find fertile ground Aerate dirty tracks right before I put it down Clowns spreading their manure as soon as they get in town But I got fresh shit on my own, move along man [Hook] (Aww shit) Come on, son (Aww shit) Really? (Aww shit) You serious? (Aww shit) This nigga [Verse 2] Listen Better curb your dog No mics just Vics when they carry 'em off Need to respect my property 'fore I off your ass You ain't too high to read the sign, "Keep off the grass" Plow through shrubs Bogardin' my yard And you wack ass crab grass pardon the God Dig this, I'm underground 'til I'm top soil Rake green with my team 'til our plot foiled I don't throw dirt when the plan's to clean up Hard labor got me lookin' like I ran through the sprinklers This is my turf and I'm the landscaper But they don't want to give me work because I demand paper Hey, could be baggin' leaves but I hustle my art best Plantin' seeds of wealth so we'll be eatin' by harvest No doubt in droughts I will sprout regardless Without handouts or progress from congress They all pest, stop buggin' [Hook] [Verse 3] Another long day now it's back to the shed So I can put the tools away and just relax in the bed But the Earth's secret garden is in need of tendin' She leaves to freshen up and give her hedges a trimmin' In a day filled with more lows than highs She's miracle grow, 'round her I'm known to rise Like the baking sun when the AM come We make way for fun, a little wake and stake You on the other hand can't get a break as of late Messing with rusty hoes and burning bush Better mind your own lawn for you start the hatin' Cause it's clearly in need of some cultivatin' You ain't got enough skill to be playing the field son No balls, in fact you lack the will son A cut above the rest, I'm the lawnmower man So before you try to bomb on my land think again chump [Hook]