Verse 1
I rep that P.O.L.K. county
Till the d**h of me
Home is where the heart is
Don't know where you'll find the rest of me
Cooking wit my patnas
I swear that right there the recipe
Fighting for that slice of life
And tryna get a extra piece
Oh don't call it greedy
I'm just looking for what's mine tho
Head up on a swivel
As I dribble through these time zones
We dem country bumpkins
In yo function
Bout to turn it out
Know these youngins mad
They burning up
Cause we ain't burning out
They'll turn ya out
Big city lights is so attractive
n***as sellin souls and touchin toes
And doing backflips
Just to get a actress
All up in they mattress
While we been going goal for goal for goal
Now that's a hat trick
And we don't need no asterisk
We do this here for real
Ever seen yo Patna switch on you
Like who is this for real
But I ain't tripping i ain't slipping
Got influences to k**
I been dealing with these fakes
I'm feeling ooh I need some real
So I'm on
Hook
Im on Highway 27, headed to the city
Slow it down, don't want them laws to come and get me
I been gone for way too long,it really hit me
Hold my hand babe where I go you going with me
I'm on highway way 27 I'm on highway way 27 (repeat 2x)
Verse 2
Hit the city bending corners
Like a young player should
See wring wheel made of plastic
But I grip it like its wood
I done came up out the country
Know they love to see me do it
Know they hear me round the way
But back at home I'm understood
Ugh
Good Lawd
Mobbing thru the city
It's just me and my dawgs
Know the music loud
I got a couple missed calls
Ain't nobody tripping
We just repping for the set tho
We gon put it down
Thought you knew that from the get go
Let's go
I been out on the road
Properly rocking and socking these shows
Popping the trunk
And unlocking these doors
And it will not be long till they jocking these flows
Hopped of the porch
Now I'm in it for real
Dropped the resentment
Cause envy can k**
Hopped of the porch
Now I'm popping the leash
I will not stop it ya copy capieche?
Got that water boy
Call me rap game bouche
Till I'm pushing daisies
That's that rap game bouquet
Bet I never rap it
If it ain't come from my real life
Never been a fraud you should tell me what that feel like
Hook
Verse 3
Excuse a youngin for straying off of the topic
But the sample was so nasty
I told my homie rechop it
Just a black man with his first up
And his hair napped
Wit a brown skin
Full lips and her hair wrapped
In between the snare traps
I dance with kick
I see my homies
Go in motion bet I'm setting a pick
Ain't no time for mediocre
Nothing less than legit
My comrades kamikaze
If you come for the clique
Now who are you
What you finna do
Careful how you choose
Don't abandon where you came from
UnLess you plan to lose
Fastest way to get the money
Fastest way to the news
Hate to gather all the green
And still not tackle my blues
Oh it's Color money
Oh it's color money
What the beat yell
Funny how they want my colored money
Up in retail
But the same people
Asking n***a what you doing here
Look like its bout 8 of y'all
We'll only let a few in here