Either die or go to jail that's a hell of decision But I'm wrong and I know it my excuses unimportant I'm just trying to let you know that I ain't think I had a choice, for real Hey, the price of fame cost to much (yeah boy) Like these niggas talk to

No where, no rules Crack a Bud Light, get into the groove Dancing in the middle of the night in the middle of a field Just turning it loose Hell yeah, that's us Don't need a downtown to get to tearing it up Setting the night on fire, on fire, on fire