Lock Stock and Barrel

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Okay Wake up, 8:35 I gotta unsubscribe from the New York Times 'Cause I'm losing sleep over the last receipt Two dollars a week, well that's news to me Two dollars a week, a hundred four a year I could be informed or buy a hundred beers I could get fucked up or read about how fucked up my life is So I've decided that it's time To cancel the news and buy the brews And while I'm at that throw away my shoes 'Cause I can rock flip flops at half the cost And I can look into the sun and throw away my watch I got a car full of coupons, savin' like a soccer mom Japanese minivan, call that shit a sake bomb Hittin' up the supermarket, grab a couple coffee cups I fill 'em up with free samples, that's a free lunch Lock stock and barrel, I never needed a hand gun Luxury apparel, I never needed to wear some Nothin' on my wrist, I never wanted to cop drip Talkin' 'bout my hook ups, I never needed to say, "Bitch" Everybody talkin' 'bout sex, drugs, and hand guns All I got to offer are oak trees and shotguns Little different in the woods where I come from Let me tell you what I do where my blood runs Make moves in the middle class I could tell you 'bout my car but it doesn't drive fast I make moves in the middle class No, I'm not about the Gucci, more about the Gap I make moves in the middle class I could tell you 'bout my car but it doesn't drive fast I make moves in the middle class I earn 15 an hour, and pray that it's cash Now I bop down the aisle, and only buy carbs The rest of the list is growing in my yard With a hoe and some hose, I could show you how to garden Grow groceries and save in supermarkets All this Livin' in the middle, so perfect Lovin' every minute, thank public School for this culture Learnin' 'bout my place as I watch kids smoulder (ay, ay) Rippin' a Juul in the bathroom Gonna get lit in the middle of class I'm takin' a piss and I'm checkin' the weather man Everyday here is a bit overcast Now I go back, studying math Lookin' for angles to get out of class 22 minutes I gotta be finished I'm whippin' a stick while the radio blasts And I go to the studio, make a new track And I set up a show, get the audience packed Feel it inside, key to survive Rock and Roll makin' me alive Don't need no corporation to help me out Got inspiration killin' off my doubt My affadavit right here, right now Did you write it down? No doubt Lock stock and barrel, I never needed a hand gun Luxury apparel, I never needed to wear some Nothin' on my wrist, I never wanted to cop drip Talkin' 'bout my hook ups, I never needed to say, "Bitch" Everybody talkin' 'bout sex, drugs, and hand guns All I got to offer are oak trees and shotguns Little different in the woods where I come from Let me tell you what I do where my blood runs Make moves in the middle class I could tell you 'bout my car but it doesn't drive fast I make moves in the middle class No, I'm not about the Gucci, more about the Gap I make moves in the middle class I could tell you 'bout my car but it doesn't drive fast I make moves in the middle class I earn 15 an hour, and pray that it's cash