BOBBY CREEKWATER - You And What Army Lyrics

I like it, I love it, I want some more of it

Tryin this on for size, grow up broke,
standing in the cold with a hole in your coat
Stay next door to a woman that smoke a whole pack cigarettes
with the a hole in her throat
My mama in church, high off hope, my uncle in trap, my aunt on dope
my cousin went to school so she could be a writer, met a nigga with some money and thats all she wrote
And here I am, running these streets
tryin to find a bit of my identity
Meanwhile every other nigga I know gettin money ridin in a drop top like Kennedy
F*cking with the young girls I like I could be a hater
But it ain’t my right, I could go and f*ck with the big booty girl
But the whole hood hit her and she ain’t my type
I came from the bottom, like it or not
They'll put a gun to you if they like what you got
And they might break, but they don’t bend, they don’t talk that’s not the trend
But that’s not news, so ya'll don’t know, it ain’t yo boat so ya'll don't row
You gotta pay attention to be up on this and why would ya'll ever pay what ya'll don't owe.
And why would ya'll ever give a f*ck about me
And why would I ever give a f*ck about y'all,
there’s no need to smell I know I’m a shit
and where I come from nigga shit don’t stall
and where I come from nigga you can rah rah rah pot shit all day but that don't harm me
you gone stop who, you and what army

See, thing is you only have to fuck up once
be a little slow, be a little late
just once
and how you aint never be slow, never be late?
you cant plan for no shit like this man
this is life

Came up broke the game was fixed
but how you’re gonna win if you don’t play
They say be humble, that's some .. shit
how you’re gonna be the man if you don’t say
I shall not stop or reconsider
or call in favors i don't waiver

I even though I bring your hunger to a hault
with food for thought nigga I don’t cater
I don’t talk ‘cause I just can
Wont let a nigga disrupt my plan
wont let a nigga disrupt my paper
I’ma get money till I meet my maker
Talk my shit kick back on on acers
... back on Lakers
Walk away in the end with all that money like Idris and Paul at the end of takers

Who's the judge
Judge is god
And why is he god
because he decides who wins or looses not my opponent
and who is your opponent
he doesn't exist
and why doesn't he exist
He is merely a dissenting voice to the truth I speak
thats right speak the truth

Thanks to JJ for correcting these lyrics

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