They used to call me names

Said I was just a wanna be

But now they all pay to see

What they were gettin for free

How about them days and now

You don't know what to say

Ain't it funny how the sun can shine

And hide away



And its a long way on a they say highway

I'm still runnin

A lonesome highway of uncut my way

Can you feel me comin

In a 59 drop top blood red Cadillac



Knock knockin

Black bob at your door

Still rockin

Everybody say that

Knock knockin



They used to say ritchie boy

He got no sense

But now they say oh bobby man

He was my best friend

Ain't it funny how the glory and the stories

And the times can change

And no sense ritchie just

But himself a big fuckin airplane



I grew up in the back woods

Hung in the crack hoods

Learned to pimp

Like a mack should

I could have been a rich man like pops

I never kissed ass

And those days since passed

Here I stand like Jesus

I don't need this

Fuck you ho's can squeeze this

I cant believe this

I'm so wasted

From all the fruits of life

That I've tasted

Never a clone on the microphone

I got shit built up

Cause I never felt loved at home

And all alones how I spend my free time

Writin real rhymes

Drinkin cheap wine

Easy whips

And a cracker

I'm the master blaster

No one cuts faster

The king of disaster

Is who I am ho

And I'll be rippin the fuckin rhymes

And ill make you mother shit her pants bro

So so

You better watch your back

Watch for me comin

Watch for me comin

In a 59 drop top blood red Cadillac




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