Got a little motto Always sees me through "When you're good to Mama Mama's good to you". You might think l'd make your life a living hell, which is not
scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) [Verse 3] This for my boys in the pen and my thugs on the county farms If it's war then I swear i'm gonna
meant Oh we used to have such a good life And the days that I knew then are the happiest I've known And oh didn't we have such a good time It's sad
that you bullet proof Till I put to your head give it a sunroof Good God, my whole squad hard And bank accounts is large Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm
My daddy was a hard working farm man with dirt on his hands most all his life But inside my daddy's soul was as clean as white linen And his heart was
what it meant Oh didn't we have such a good life And the days that I knew then are the happiest I've known Oh didn't we have such a good time You know
it Superstar, honey, so mean an' vicious Got a lot an' comin', I'm so mean an' vicious Bark, bark farmer, this chicken layin' platinum, ex-farmer So
it Superstar honey, so mean and vicious Got a lot and comin, I'm so mean and vicious Bark bark farmer, this chicken layin platinum ex-farmer (preach!)
good times said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right hittin easy street on mud tires [Colt Ford:] back in the day Potts' farm was the
right folk nuttin but love! And these blocks don't hold yeaga nuttin but uhh..! Kentucky Mud! [Big V] Simple life back to its hardest again Farmer in
boys here, nigga... word up, it's all about paper this year, nigga, word up I got mad babies to feed, I got bills nigga, one... Wu-Tang for life, Cappadonna
to stack a mill' And scream to the lord it's so trill (so trill) [Verse 3:] This for my boys in the pen and my thugs on the county farms If it's war
too, to win the war... Old battle axe. Now as I think of our great land, Of the cities and towns and farming land, There's so many good people working
I guess that's true, Town used to have twelve stores, now we got two. Big boys movin' in, small farmers movin' on. The way may be goin', but the life
in my arms She said there's gotta be more to life I don't wanna be some farmer's wife Don't want a John Doe on a John Deere There's a whole lotta boys
it meant Oh we used to have such a good life And the days that I knew then are the happiest I've known And oh didn't we have such a good time It's sad
going to the ceili They?re planning tunes on everything From pipes to ukulele It sounds so good you can?t sit down We?re dancing at the ceili All the boys
