Yelawolf - XXL Freshman lyrics

Hell of a day to load a 22 and take it to the woods And then bring it to a body And somebody muthaf-cka not in solitary thinks it missin' from my Manage to take a Cheverolet run up through the muthaf-cking mud, forget it Hell of son of a b**h my momma raised into a rapper who could tell a story like my uncle when he's drinking Product of a working environment, f-ck is y'all thinking Meaning I'm working working harder than any artist could ever do it, simply cause I'm made that way I run a house around ya a** before you could realise that you in a neighbourhood that Yelawolf made So call me a relic and tell ya boys 'bout it tell 'em I'm an Alabama wanabe I be there, I just take it to the studio and just drop a bomb on it from a muthaf-cking beanie bag. I need that Shady!