Yelawolf, DJ Muggs, Struggle Jennings — Harvest

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Chillin’
You know rock and roll might shit a gold brick
But that Sometimes Y is
But before we go there
We gotta bring to ’em
Ugh, ugh, let’s go

Passin’ that donation bag around in the local church
Somebody just lost a young one, another died at birth
One upload, garbage
You done, uh oh, shouldn’t have started
Artists like me keep that duffle bag of tricks
Dip on your bitch like a Ruffle bag of chips
Crack the concrete, my hip-hop is overweight
You over waitin’ for my next accomplishment?
Well, I just landed in Savannah, Shia LeBeouf is gettin’ hammered
On the dock like Forrest Gump, I’m rockin’ tailor-made pajamas
Sippin’ on coco cabana, rum and water with bananas
Copped the vintage Bentley whip then parked it next to a French manor
Yeah, sawed-off still got the duct tape on the handles
We some alligator killers but this ain’t Louisiana
These are 2K, ballin’, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout ya handles on the Xbox
These Luccheses, not sandals
Yeah, crystal ball next to the candle
Look, I see bees, baby, swarms of ’em
That’s why I call my crib a honeycomb
Dollar signs tattooed on my earlobes for the money phone
So when I say, «Honey, I’m home»
Ha ha ha, yeah, I brought a check
Random purchase at the circus ’cause I’m clownin’, bought a vet
Rental flight to make a purchase, Creek Water bought a jet
(Chillin’) Still on the bench, ain’t even ballin’ yet
LeBron James is callin’, hold up, Struggle

I’m still dirty from the bottom but the top is lookin’ good on me
I had a good homie take the stand and stood calmly
My family fell but I won’t dwell on that outcome
’cause now my income is a mountain I can shout from
I paid my dues, I overpaid, ain’t seen no refund, nah
We them G, Slum, flee when his fleet come, ha ha
I’m a Jennings, don’t confuse me with a cheap gun
I had to come from where I came to be the man I’ve become
Nothing’s free, bum, except the cell I’m freed from, yeah
I’m a lion, when I roar, I watch these sheep run, yeah
Where your shepherd at? Me and him can settle that
Any minute, it could be your time, can’t get a second back, nah
Call me Captain Jack, I jack the boat, the ship is mine
They be shootin’ at me, wishin’ for my quick decline
But this shit divine, I built it with His God design
A language often hard to find, Lord Jes’, been lost in time
But I’m a boss that grind, so money I don’t stress over
Always feed the family first, then I eat the leftovers, yeah

Yeah, sounds good to me, what we havin’?
You buy the land, I chop the trees, you build a mill, we build a cabin, oh
Can’t buy the steez but I provide the direction and avenue
Hit ’em new, hit ’em old, barcode tag is hangin’ off that shot crew
Lookin’ like I went to class for fashion too
Bag it up in plastic, summer school
We some, we some, we some Levi denims
Over filthy feet from the filthy south, yeah
We come, we come, we come ’round that parkin’ lot peelin’
Detroit stealin’, diamondback ties, twenty-twenty, one
Load up the chamber, empty, guns
Holes in the hoodie, back sprayed, Alexander McDairy Queen season