[Hook]x2 All I had was sticks and stones To do a song One shot to give them something they can feel Lay it down place your bets This is what we call Rhythm Roulette [Verse] Im thinking way back when Tryna to make something outta nothing Grandma jammin to music Well why you doing all that cussing? Im like, Its a part of the game Like when the 808 bang And knock your pictures of the wall And you get mad Im on some tryna be better than what they expect A country boy that like rap music but keep Willie Hutch off in the deck I know thats unorthodox, my flow But sometimes the poetry much better than a metaphor And when the groove is right you gotta settle for it Cause you made this beat thirty minutes ago And thats just me thats just me I make my own beats, write my own rhymes Thats just me thats just me Multi til the sun die Thats just we thats just we All my family and friends My brother, my sister, my cousin and kin To the end [Hook]x2
thats, hutch, multi, unorthodox, cussing