Golden Era Records - #sheplife lyrics

[Intro] Now check it out, it's Briggs Let me take you back to where I'm from Country Victoria, son Country Victoria.. Sheplife!! What's the deal? It's Briggs.. Golden Era Mixtape.. Wa**up!? [Verse 1 - Briggs] Without fail, rats tails prevail You're working for the government You're going to jail Put your house on the market, it's staying for sale That's not a house, thats just a tent with some nails Rocking oven mitts, all your stuff is hot to touch Even the back of the truck was off the back of the truck Fathers Day? That's confusing as f** Don't know who your Dad is, everyone else does Kicking in the place where time forgot Rock a 2pac shirt when you tie the knot Only harnessed your life when you're down at the trots Even the matchbox cars are sitting on blocks Woke up in the morn', all your sh** got pawned No toys in the house, they all on the lawn Even Jehovah's witnesses are going to court And mormons, they won't even knock on the door [Hook x2] You all alone in these streets cousin I live up there, so don't go there King of the town, yeah, I been there [Verse 2 - Briggs] Ya rockin Max's, yeah they're the fake ones Your kids got two names just to make one Yeah, Jamary, Dalizabeth, get what you're dealing with? Bong shop here as old as the pyramids More ex-taxis than actual taxi's 4 in the front, about 8 in the back seat Drew the short straw? You're up in the boot Do a couple burnouts coz there's nothing to do Your little cousins got a bun in the oven The baker who put it there is rockin' a mullet Hectic domestics out in the public view "Does it look like I'm talkin' to you!?" 20 feet hose minus 16 bongs means you can only water 'bout half of ya lawn But it doesn't matter, that's what the parkings for This is Sheplife, so what the f** you asking for!? [Hook x2] [Outro] You just graduated from Lynx Africa to Brut That's what the deal is That's your scent, that's your motherf**ing pheromones Slick it back, son Your undercut is too real