"Me" lyrics
(feat. Cait Martin)
[Fish Scales:]
My uncle had hogs
Chickens and dogs
Watch'em grow up and get slaughtered
Take out the slop bucket
That's how they taught us
Wayne Williams scared us but alcohol caught us
Get dark round 8:30 in August
My aunties ain't fussin they talking
Don't see dat too often
I'm country I'm walking
My cousin a hooper she gone off to college
My cousin a drunk and gone in the projects
You don't eat pork but they offer it
Big pot of cabbage with sausages
Talk about awkwardness
Talk around town how you on top of shit
Shhhh. Cause we don't do toxicness
[Cait Martin:]
I who had nothing
I'm me
I who made something
I'm me
I who made something
[B Stille:]
Nappy so Awesome
Hard to kill like opossums
Solve problems yall robbed them
Then kidnapped and shot em
Yall fought em
They just keep responding regardless
Applaud them the came from the bottom
Made it to stardom
In a 12 passenger
Packed in like sardines
And stuffed like tobacco
In cigarettes cartons
Where are we traveling to
I beg your pardon
And can we pull over I'm starving
Turning margarine
Smelling like Tarzan recharging
Burned a Rello with Marvin we Martians
In a rocket teleporting through quadrants
And dodging the deputy Sargents we artist
And that mean we targets
We national treasures
Get treated like garbage
Take drastic measures ain't talkin bout yardage
We die for this shit cause modern day martyrs
Damn!
[Cait Martin:]
I who had nothing
I'm me
I who made something
I'm me
Me
I who made something
[Skinny Deville:]
Yeah
Someone called me Arrogant
But I'm self made
Every dollar spent I earned it
My life is not for your satisfaction
Nor discernment
So don't concern yourself
With things that are permanent
Half my life I been poor
Spent the other half unlearning it
Simple math, a little cash and a game plan
I will murder it
And I hurt a bitch feelings guaranteed
Like we heard a fifth
Of Kentucky bourbon after derby
Random road trip
I gotta keep up with the pace
I can't let a note slip
Keep a 9 like everybody got a Four Fifth
Plus a blade
The rest of y'all can get ya throat slit
And I don't know nobody
That keeps me outta Ho Shit
Don't ask me bout nothin
Skinny D don't know it
I'm chillin from the bottom
My story like an old myth
I'm gifted like a horse with a gold grill
On some country shit K Y
Louisville
[Cait Martin:]
I who had nothing
Me
My uncle had hogs
Chickens and dogs
Watch'em grow up and get slaughtered
Take out the slop bucket
That's how they taught us
Wayne Williams scared us but alcohol caught us
Get dark round 8:30 in August
My aunties ain't fussin they talking
Don't see dat too often
I'm country I'm walking
My cousin a hooper she gone off to college
My cousin a drunk and gone in the projects
You don't eat pork but they offer it
Big pot of cabbage with sausages
Talk about awkwardness
Talk around town how you on top of shit
Shhhh. Cause we don't do toxicness
[Cait Martin:]
I who had nothing
I'm me
I who made something
I'm me
I who made something
[B Stille:]
Nappy so Awesome
Hard to kill like opossums
Solve problems yall robbed them
Then kidnapped and shot em
Yall fought em
They just keep responding regardless
Applaud them the came from the bottom
Made it to stardom
In a 12 passenger
Packed in like sardines
And stuffed like tobacco
In cigarettes cartons
Where are we traveling to
I beg your pardon
And can we pull over I'm starving
Turning margarine
Smelling like Tarzan recharging
Burned a Rello with Marvin we Martians
In a rocket teleporting through quadrants
And dodging the deputy Sargents we artist
And that mean we targets
We national treasures
Get treated like garbage
Take drastic measures ain't talkin bout yardage
We die for this shit cause modern day martyrs
Damn!
[Cait Martin:]
I who had nothing
I'm me
I who made something
I'm me
Me
I who made something
[Skinny Deville:]
Yeah
Someone called me Arrogant
But I'm self made
Every dollar spent I earned it
My life is not for your satisfaction
Nor discernment
So don't concern yourself
With things that are permanent
Half my life I been poor
Spent the other half unlearning it
Simple math, a little cash and a game plan
I will murder it
And I hurt a bitch feelings guaranteed
Like we heard a fifth
Of Kentucky bourbon after derby
Random road trip
I gotta keep up with the pace
I can't let a note slip
Keep a 9 like everybody got a Four Fifth
Plus a blade
The rest of y'all can get ya throat slit
And I don't know nobody
That keeps me outta Ho Shit
Don't ask me bout nothin
Skinny D don't know it
I'm chillin from the bottom
My story like an old myth
I'm gifted like a horse with a gold grill
On some country shit K Y
Louisville
[Cait Martin:]
I who had nothing
Me
