Yelawolf, DJ Muggs, Struggle Jennings - Harvest lyrics

Chillin' you know rock and roll might
Shit a gold brick but that Sometimes Y is
But before we go there we gotta bring to 'em
Ugh, ugh, let's go

Passin' that donation bag around
In the local church
Somebody just lost a young one
Another died at birth one upload, garbage
You done, uh oh, shouldn't have started
Artists like me keep that
Duffle bag of tricks
Dip on your bitch like a Ruffle bag of chips
Crack the concrete, my Hip-Hop is overweight
You over waitin' for my next accomplishment?
Well, I just landed in Savannah
Shia LeBeouf is gettin' hammered
On the dock like Forrest Gump
I'm rockin' tailor made pajamas
Sippin' on coco cabana
Rum and water with bananas
Copped the vintage Bentley whip then parked
It next to a French manor
Yeah, sawed-off still got the duct
Tape on the handles
We some alligator killers but
This ain't Louisiana these are 2K, ballin'
I ain't talkin' 'bout ya handles on the Xbox
These Luccheses, not sandals

Yeah, crystal ball next to the candle
Look, I see bees, baby, swarms of 'em
That's why I call my crib a honeycomb
Dollar signs tattooed on my earlobes
For the money phone
So when I say, "Honey, I'm home"
Ha ha ha, yeah, I brought a check
Random purchase at the circus
'cause I'm clownin', bought a vet
Rental flight to make a purchase
Creek Water bought a jet
(Chillin') Still on the bench
Ain't even ballin' yet
LeBron James is callin', hold up, Struggle

I'm still dirty from the bottom but the
Top is lookin' good on me
I had a good homie take
The stand and stood calmly
My family fell but I won't
Dwell on that outcome
'cause now my income is a
Mountain I can shout from
I paid my dues, I overpaid
Ain't seen no refund, nah
We them G, Slum, flee when his fleet come
Ha ha i'm a Jennings
Don't confuse me with a cheap gun
I had to come from where I came
To be the man I've become
Nothing's free, bum, except the
Cell I'm freed from, yeah
I'm a lion, when I roar
I watch these sheep run, yeah
Where your shepherd at? Me and
Him can settle that
Any minute, it could be your time
Can't get a second back, nah
Call me Captain Jack, I jack the boat
The ship is mine they be shootin' at me
Wishin' for my quick decline
But this shit divine
I built it with His God design
A language often hard to find, Lord Jes'
Been lost in time
But, I'm a boss that grind
So money I don't stress over
Always feed the family first, then
I eat the leftovers, yeah

Yeah, sounds good to me, what we havin'?
You buy the land, I chop the trees, you
Build a mill, we build a cabin, oh
Can't buy the steez but I
Provide the direction and avenue
Hit 'em new, hit 'em old
Barcode tag is hangin' off that shot crew
Lookin' like I went to class for fashion too
Bag it up in plastic, summer school
We some, we some, we some Levi denims
Over filthy feet from the filthy south, yeah
We come, we come
We come 'round that parkin' lot peelin'
Detroit stealin', diamondback
Ties, twenty-twenty, one
Load up the chamber, empty, guns
Holes in the hoodie, back sprayed
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