YEAH

 ( Verse 1 )
 Since the seventh grade I was told I would never excel
 Hopeless, I would either be dead or in jail
 Destined to fail
 But I done came to far to turn back
 Just poor white trash from the wrong side of the tracks
 I learned to add and subtract
 And I never went back
 To that lil' school I had been sent to
 Find some shit I could get in to
 Been through more by the time I was eighteen
 Then most people go through before they thirty
 I'm from the motherfucking dirty ( dirtyyy )
 Trouble-maker, hard-headed motherfucker
 In one ear and out the other
 I got a brother named bubba
 Different daddy same mother
 Remind me of when I was younger lil' bad motherfucker
 My told me son it's time to settle down
 Momma your baby's a player and I get around
 I be up all night gone on that Hennessey and weed
 The only thing that helped me deal with all this jealousy and greed

 ( Chorus )
 If I had a dollar for all of y'all
 That wanna see me in my grave
 I could just pack up and move away
 And spend the rest of my days getting paid
 If I had a dime for every time
 Somebody tried to insult my game
 I'd be in the islands doing fine
 Counting money sipping some champaign

 ( Verse 2 )
 Wooo, inhale the weed smoke, ease my tension
 I was a bad boy, in and out of juvenile detention
 I grew up making bargains to get back on the streets
 I concentrated on paper just to get back on my feet
 I'm money minded, saw my people progress
 Paranoid, I'm underneath a bullet proof vest
 Staying stressed, peeping out the curtains knowing death is certain
 I know them killers is lurking
 Ha, Ha, Smirking when I ride by they broke ass
 I aint stunting 'em, cause they aint making no cash
 I'm gonna let them royalty checks accumulate
 We so good with it there's nothing you can do but hate

 ( Chorus ) Repeat 1

 ( Verse 3 )
 Whooo
 I gotta be thinking I'm get my ass killed
 Filled with strap kneel
 Cause over the passed years it's bad here in Nashville
 This one's for the homies that lost they life up on the battle field
 Way before the record deals we pack steal, that's real
 Dropped a CD at every jackhead club
 Out to get me thinking I'm a million dollar motherfucker
 But at night I can't sleep, I toss and turn
 Visions of Benz's be bought and money being burned
 I might not hit the billboard but I'm keeping it crunk
 And I get much love in Beechwood and lil Will's trunk
 you know no eastcoast to westcoast may not see that
 I get big love where I be at, Bitch believe that
 So many setbacks I got to try to overcome
 I take another sip of liquor just to keep me numb
 I know these haters love to catch me straight buck me and laugh
 While that AK 47 shell cut me in half

 Yeah, then you woke up you hater
 Why don't you do something with your life
 Get money boy, get up off yo ass
 Stop hating on me and mine and get ya own
 That's what the hell you need to do
 Bring the hook back boy

 ( Chorus )
 If I had a dollar for all of y'all
 That wanna see me in my grave
 I could just pack up and move away
 And spend the rest of my days getting paid
 If I had a dime for everytime
 One of y'all tried to insult my game
 I would just...

 ( Haystak )
 First thing you know, Stak'll be a millionaire
 What couldn't I do if I had that
 ( ha, ha, ha, ha ha