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impromptwo - the country lyrics

[hook] (2x):

out in the country, trying to fly out of the country
counting up the money as the k!ll burns
a couple n-ggas fell off, and we feel for the loss
but the wheels on the wagon still turn

verse (cale charles):

lo and behold from the lowest of holes in the backwoods
where labels only oppose, never propose, even if you do rap good
never wrap wood, if it’s mid. that underground railroad’s a thing of the past
swear the last little engine i remember that could, never did
seen his -ss in the last week puffing a cig
i’m fishing for b-ss, cuffin the -ss cheek, of a bad freak, busting a jug
ain’t on my mind. baiting the public with the tears, sweat, and blood that’s on my line
praying that these peers turned thugs don’t cut my time
give a f-ck if it’s luck, that reciprocates my grind
long as it doesn’t dare precipitate on my shine
you gon partic-p-te or be idle?
with me and my n-ggas trynna figure the different ways to be idols
trynna start waves and win t-tles. roll tide
giving praise to the most high. rhythmical slave since 05. lyrical savior more now
so, i kick sick sixteens like they been dipped in ecoli
figure i should pace myself after i rocket, louis scola
we supernovas to you fireworks
i -ssert my dominance with the most violent of spurts
a pyre disguised as a verse is what you’re seeing with your ears
ent-ties mention me tentatively as the only human being that they fear
only vehicle that they can’t steer. only material they can’t seer
but, to these rappers, the only hurdle that they can’t clear stands right here
the man right chea and you a slant line, queer
what i mean, sweedish like you’re d-mn ikea. yea

[hook] (2x)

verse (sip jackson):

what a life we chose. what a life we live
it’s cold outside. it’s warm in here
the kush rotate. my stomach turn
them n-ggas hate. that fire burn
higher than ever. the temperature rising
mercury boiling while we chase the horizon. all of this patience is sliding
out of my grips. slippin them xannies in my soft drinks
and not once thinking bout all them issues that they might bring
cuz i need a moment to escape reality fatality my city haunt me
afraid to step out of your front door, like them n-ggas want me
they out to get it. they out for fitteds
they out for blood. they out for kidneys
they out for love. sh-t, they out for benjis
they out for capitol they out for spinach
they trying to catch a milli, cuz we got bigger problems
streets talking, n-ggas plotting, my own n-ggas robbing
and, that’s word to doe
but, i’d rather spit a lecture, cuz tryna keep up wit the joneses is just too much effort
and, i’m lazy when it comes to what ain’t ideal
life away from home, just tryna get an idea
cuz where i’m from they run up in it and then they flipping ikeas
then preach to you that it’s real. infect the minds our kids. insecticide to these bugs
if they can’t show respect or grow a t-st-cl- and let they’re blessings show
i suggest you know these country n-ggas next to blow cuz uhhh…

[hook] (x2)

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