Substantial - sh** On My Lawn (A June & J Beat Remix) feat. DJ G.I. Joe lyrics

(Ah sh**!) VERSE 1 If the gra** is greener on the other side Then why inn the hell did you choose to come here? (Do tell!) I am not a weakling like these other guys I am not frail so, just to be clear... (You'll fail!) Your portfolio is foliage is autumn Pretty for a few weeks until it hit bottom Fetch my Leaf Blower. You might con most With what you compose but it's mostly compost Plant foot in your a** like I punt for a team You bums are all thumbs but none of them green In the jungle you're king? You're lyin', a mere dande A Stan of Stan because I'm apt with Stanleys Build and destroy when I find fertile ground Aerate dirty tracks right before I put it down Clowns spreading their manure as soon as they get in town But I got fresh sh** on my own, move along, man! HOOK (DJ GI Joe & Substantial) (Aww sh**) Come on, son! (Aww sh**) Really?! (Aww sh**) You serious? (Aww sh**) Psh, this n***a! VERSE 2 Listen Better curb your dog No mics, just vics when they carry you off Need to respect my property for I off ya' a** You ain't too high to read the sign, "Keep off the gra**!" Plow through shrubs Bogardin' my yard And you wack a** crab gra** pardon the God Dig this... I'm underground 'til I'm top soil Rake green w/ my team 'til our plots foiled I don't throw dirt when the plan's to clean up Hard labor got me looking like I ran through the sprinklers This is my turf and I'm the landscaper But they don't want to give me work 'cause I demand paper Hey... could be baggin' leaves but I hustle my art best Plantin' seeds of wealth so we'll be eating by harvest No doubt, in droughts I will sprout regardless Without handouts or progress from congress They all pest, stop buggin! HOOK VERSE 3 Another long day now it's back to the shed So I can put the tools away and just relax in the bed But the earth's secret garden is in need of tending She leaves to freshen up and give her hedges a trimming In a day filled with more Lowes than highs She's miracle grow, 'round her I'm known to rise Like the baking sun when the AM come We make way for fun a little wake & stake You on the other hand can't get a break as of late Messing with rusty hoes and burning bush Better mind your own lawn for you start the hating 'Cause it's clearly in need of some cultivating You ain't got enough sk** to be playing the field son No balls, in fact you lack the will, son A cut above the rest, I'm the lawnmower man So before you try to bomb on my land think again chump! HOOK