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Rubber Boots
Tom MacDonald; Adam Calhoun; Project Pat
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Can't you see these rubber boots?
Got it out the mud, that's the truth
Everybody pray that I would lose
Now it's me laughing at you
Mama I made it, everybody who was hating was praying that I wouldn't be this
But I'm undefeated, their biggest mistake was forgetting that they gave out freedom of speech to a genius
Grabbing my penis, swinging my balls, don't give a fuck, never at all
I'm the biggest independent artist and they look retarded hoping that I'll fall
One time for those haters in the back, where they at?
One time for those pussies talking trash, where they at?
Straight or gay they them, there's white or black, where they at?
Everyone who prayed I wouldn't last, where they at?
I'm a wanted man, got a lot of fans
If you want a problem, you don't got a chance
That's a lot of blood on a lot of hands
That's a lot of graves on a lot of land
I got it out the mud and now I count the blessings
If you don't get it, then I guess I got a question
Can't you see these rubber boots?
Got it out the mud and that's the truth
Everybody pray that I won't lose
Now it's me laughing at you
I can't understand it like he speakin' Spanish
Hispanic he got so stuck in mud he gon' need mechanics
And hammers my hands dirty like they planted
I been there got the advantage
I been stranded left for dead and damaged
This is how I manage
Look fuck'em they ain't got the nerve
Swerve flip'em off the bird
Why he talkin' shit I bet he swingin' with a purse
Swear to God I ain't forgot days I was broken'til the first
Yeah I made it out the mud but I'm still playin' in the dirt
Like blast off
Got that Cummins runnin' it gon' tear through mud like asphalt
Speakers bumpin', rumblin', got that heater on the dashboard
Just in case you run up like a dummy, turn yo' ass off
Boy, you got it comin', you gon' get just what you asked for
Can't you see these rubber boots?
Got it out the mud and that's the truth
Everybody pray that I would lose, now it's me laughin' at you
Laughter, good for the soul, gotta let it out-a
100 years you chose your role, gotta sweat it out-a
This your life on the table, man, bet it out-a
Being selfish, thinking'bout babe, ready to tell it out-a
If you ain't first, you last, that's what Ricky Bobby said
Pull that pistol, let it blast
Then you left somebody dead, now you scared
But on the street was a full gangster
Aye, 50 cents said, "Boy, you a wankster"
Money in the saver
Getting to the paper
Smile like a glacier
Ballin' like a pacer
You was in my face-er
Flossin' all this blood money
Now I'm free and I'm on top of you and there ain't nothin' funny
Can't you see these rubber boots?
Got it out the mud and that's the truth
Everybody pray that I would lose
Now it's me laughing at you
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