LOOK IT IN THE EYE (POKE IT IN THE NOSE) ft. Hitman Lyrics

Hahaha, Hitman, yeah, Xilla, alright

Country as a bowl of grits, known keep it thuggin' though

Everybody know I'm native, pull up on that buffalo

Doc gave me a double dose, he know that I'ma need it

Have my family speedin', run up in your house like what you eatin

If you speakin' my language, you better be with the shit

You a dog in the game, but you're surrounded by ticks

You'll be judged by the company you keep around

So ask yourself, who's gon' hold it down to let you drown

They bad news, only want you to lose

Stay watchin' your every move, don't let them get you confused

With the next man, the best plans are the ones you don't speak about

Let them doubt, I'ma keep it real, that's from the horse's mouth

I don't know you and you don't know me neither

Take a breather, smoke some reefer, I am Raps Brock Weaver

Flow's got a fever cause I'm sick with this pen game

My melody's unchained, red iron mustang

I ain't gotta fake it to make it, I'ma just do me

You barkin' up the wrong tree, askin' if you can call me

Gas tank was on E, eatin' cheese and bologna

Back then you didn't know me, now I'm hot, I'm your homie

Xilla took a different route, had to catch em by surprise

You can see the flames burnin' when you look into his eyes

You can try to take it from him, but I wouldn't even try

How the fuck you hurt a man when he's watched his soul die

You can get a fistful of meet, my pistol

Country folks will survive, and that's crystal

I'm not a country rapper, I'm a rapper from the country

5150, bitch, you don't wanna fuck with me

Hill Billy Hick, yeah, I live in Dixie Land

Earned everything I got, workin' with my fuckin' hands

Got that native in my blood, yeah, you wouldn't understand

Livin' gangster-ass, ties and drawin' lines in the sand

To tell y'all the truth, yeah, momma really tried

But I hopped off of that porch and I become a problem child

Livin' low class really made me want more than that

So I hit the road with my clothes in a trash bag

I've weathered all types of storms

I've clawed my way tooth and nail out of a pit of nothingness a few times

Just to make a difference, and I have

You know how many times I build things up just to watch it fall to rubble

Anything that was ever somethin' came from absolutely fuckin' nothin

So this goes out to anybody that comes from absolutely nothin

Keep your head up, you keep grindin

You push through all the obstacles

Straight up to it, right on through it

Look it in the eye and poke it in the nose

You'll make it, you'll see, never give up