I can't take it man. Hey Nas, hey hey boy, you see what they done did to Jimmy and Lee? Mmmhmm. Damn man. Sho' can't. You think this is gonna eva' change? Man damn this place man! Damn these chains! These damn Chitlins every damn night. This cotton.

I can't see this world unless I go Outside my Southern Comfort zone When I miss my Tennessee home When your wheelhouse is the land of cotton, The first time you leave it can be strange, it can be shocking Not everybody drives a truck, not everybody

Sowin' oats at Cotton Pickin' Time. And every cotton pickin' mornin' And in the days of my December I know I will remember I wake up with Becky Morgan And to this day I never got to work on time And in the days of our December I know we'll will remember

Don't wanna see you at a bar Baby, don't lose me now If you let me I know this road too well And think we could have tried a little harder (little harder) And maybe you start thinking "Damn, I lost her" (damn, I lost her) Ooh, baby, don't lose me now

My world, rhyme vicious White girl, team full of bad bitches Cotton candy, laced in gold Stack that money, sushi roll Bottles up, feeling throw'd V.I.P it, overload George tell em next, half a mill Ugh, hands in the air This is for the bitches getting