Sow'n

Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin'
 When it's time to ride, we rollin'
 Can't nobody hide in the open
 Reap what you sow, what you sowin'
 Catalog bigger than an Avon book
 Voice loud like a motor in an old school truck
 Walk like a caveman, brute force the beat drop
 I be in the club like Flintstones to Bedrock
 Yeah, ProCharge the Dyno, too cold, yes-yes I know
 I've broken a thermostat, my state of mind froze
 To thaw it out I need to furnish a furnace
 Go burn it right after the mic drop
 And I'm done tellin' myself every night this next time I might pop
 Keep dressin' for that award show, I hope your wardrobe is all fucked up
 I already pop-pop-popped a couple times
 Already drop-drop-drop-dropped the timeless rhymes
 Every country kid across the world
 Will forever and ever eye the prize with their friends at bonfires
 So really, what do you think of me? Hometown buddy gettin' stoned as fuck
 Tennessee Titan, Hail Mary at the top of the mountain
 Vols T on top of my motherfuckin' Gatling gun, brrah
 They can still all come and get it, bah, Southern Land, that's how I'm livin', bah
 Damn, all these haters, I've missed 'em, I was too busy stackin' ammunition
 Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin', smokin'
 When it's time to ride, then we rollin', rollin'
 Can't nobody hide in the open, open
 Reap what you sow, what you sowin', sowin'
 Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin', smokin' (sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin')
 When it's time to ride, then we rollin', rollin' (when it's time to ride, we rollin')
 Can't nobody hide in the open, open (can't nobody hide in the open)
 Reap what you sow, what you sowin', sowin' (reap what you sow, what you sowin')
 Why am I so violent? When I close my eyelids, I 'bout lose my shit
 Like it's a mosh pit on this mic I'm a monster, you barely conscious
 I'm fully loaded, I'm ready for action, a pro at this shit, why we talkin' 'bout practice?
 We got some white boys with some big automatics
 That cut you in half, yeah, they good with mathematics
 I'm a starter when it's game time, got a .45 on my waistline
 Who want what? Motherfucker, bang-bang time
 Hang with a bunch of hillbillies, that share the same thought in they mind
 I'm damned if I do, damned if I don't, I ain't got no blunt, but who wants smoke?
 Been a long-ass haul down this old-ass road, everywhere we go, they all know
 Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin', smokin'
 When it's time to ride, then we rollin', rollin'
 Can't nobody hide in the open, open
 Reap what you sow, what you sowin', sowin'
 Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin', smokin' (sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin')
 When it's time to ride, then we rollin', rollin' (when it's time to ride, we rollin')
 Can't nobody hide in the open, open (can't nobody hide in the open)
 Reap what you sow, what you sowin', sowin' (reap what you sow, what you sowin')
 Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin'
 When it's time to ride, we rollin'
 Can't nobody hide in the open
 Reap what you sow, what you sowin'