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"Pete Rose"
[feat. Khujo Goodie]

South on edge
Tired of kill Obama everywhere I piss
Roll a bowl and take a toke
Twenty five on a back road
Home boy tell em what we came for

Yeah all the G's and then the drink
Grab the hoes and hit the damn
Mother fucker what a nigga think
Us country folk losing hope ain't' see much of change
Votin for a vote but I keep on seein just the same
They say, home of the free, the land of the brave
I say, home of the greed the land of the slave
Got me chasing this cheese I'm stuck in a maze
Got you like fuck the degree, fuck it get paid
Got Craiglist Killers, dead fish swimmers
Go [?] mark the sins of deadless guerillas
Black fist in the air, olympic winners
Give you all you can handle like catfish dinners

Where the scene unfolds, calm breeze
Trees, Dirt Roads, Young Bloods,
G's, Street Codes, Bank Rolls
Cheese, Pete Rose, Get Yours

Got this man fuck a wife, catholic fuck a kid
Them boys in the apartment will take your shit
Watchin CNN look at this damn fool
Shot a judge but let a white bitch bring him ewww

The things a man will do to try to make an honest living
Seems impossible when opportunity is missing
On top of that a lot of bills and gotta feed the children
Uncle Sam is full of shit, we playin Mega Millions

My homie just got out my cousin going back in
Three quarters of my neighborhood still packed in a pin
I swear the justice is some set up to target black man
This ain't no new phenomena been going on since back then

Back in Louisville the plot thickens
Homicide, lookin for leads the clocks tickin
Shoot the block down, the cops trippin
Community motto is stop snitchin
Pissed off they beat a child up for shop lifting

Where the scene unfolds, calm breeze,
Trees, Dirt Roads, Young Bloods,
G's, Street Codes, Bank Rolls
Cheese, Pete Rose, Get Yours

I don't roll blunts and I don't do paper
I'm in the corner to myself getting straight vapored
I'm from the boondocks AKA boonies hoe
Poe folks still ball like a snooty hoe

Batter, Batter, Swing, Berry Bonds
Steroid or not he still had to hit the ball
Dreadlocks don't mean what they used to mean
Now they jumpin Lil Wayned, tryna kill a man

Yeah I'm on my Pete Rose bet it on it make a killin
Before I lay my head down I'm tryin to get a billion
I used to do it for the love I kind of lost the feeling
Fuck a record deal, middle finger towards the ceiling

I'm in the bucket piping to Mantucket
I brown bag it, and then I rear cuff it, fuck it
Black tees, if the tees low cut chuck it
The old school p can crushed it

Where the scene unfolds, calm breeze,
Trees, Dirt Roads, Young Bloods,
G's, Street Codes, Bank Rolls
Cheese, Pete Rose, Get Yours

[Thanks to bassman for correcting these lyrics]

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