Comn' Your Direction

Lil Rice the name, there ain't a day passed that I ain't in trouble
This changes the game and turns a summer song to oh they ho
They hatin' me now, I've zapped out and they gon' feel my rumble

But it is all gravy, I'm runnin' and ain't about to back up
Back off a few years and you will find some crooked decisions
I managed them clear and did not let them bring down my messin'
That's all I don't need, somebody tryin' to stop what I'm givin'
But there's just too many hoes out here to give one bitch men I'm in
I'm bringin' you Memphis, I just joined the white rapper convention
Back in the day I blazed my hay and dreamed about wreckin' bud
And but I done made it, they hate it, I love it

Because of DJ Paul and Juicy J I got so far from the pushin'
Pushin' and shovin', ain't no more of that, I'm posted on the regular
Good ol' boy from 'round the way, my beast mob test me, test me bruh
Question bruh, lesson bruh, yes that's what I'm stressin' bruh
Yes that's me in your hood, two door cutless flexin', flexin' bruh

Good ol' good ol' boys, hangin' out gettin' high
Just the good ol' boys, watchin' cops ridin' by
Good ol' good ol' boys, sittin' 'round drinkin' beer
Just the good ol' boys, we was the clique the haters feared
Good ol' good ol' boys, never really wanted blow
Just the good ol' boys, was overloaded on that dro
Good ol' good ol' boys, two door cutless what we flexin'
Just the good ol' boys, if you in the road
You better move, we go your direction

Roll your window, catch a cloud, I'm as high as you
I know you wish this song would keep on bumpin' through a pound
But what is all, what is all good is gonna go off
Like everything that goes up comes down
I make sounds come out my mouth, they pronounce nouns to make a mouth
Watch me, watch me guarantee the game, nothin' but some fuckin' pain
Fill cyanide in syringes and inject it in they pool up
Pull up on only the hardest music Memphis seen in a while
Hit me quick when Triple Six had ten let out fist

I was hooked and good ol' boys like me was catchin' the vibe
I survived, I strived, now look at me, I'm all in the
Keep, keep in mind, I was the one overlooked all of the time
Deep inside, I thought that I was the one never

Here, here I am, I'm spittin' it out and bringin' it to you today

Ain't no gangsta, just a Bay Area representer with some
So, so if you want me come get me, you know where I'm at
I'm probably there right now, but there's no way
Good ol' boy like me go out without a bow down

Good ol' good ol' boys, hangin' out gettin' high
Just the good ol' boys, watchin' cops ridin' by
Good ol' good ol' boys, sittin' 'round drinkin' beer
Just the good ol' boys, we was the clique the haters feared
Good ol' good ol' boys, never really wanted blow
Just the good ol' boys, was overloaded on that dro
Good ol' good ol' boys, two door cutless what we flexin'
Just the good ol' boys, if you in the road
You better move, we go your direction

It's like this, good ol' boys are gon' get what they can out this game
Whether we are down in our slumps or we on top of things
'Cause I've got some real ones rollin' with me down for the cause
Even if the situation get sticky they ain't 'bout to sold
So I must watch over my fleet and lead 'em all into victory
Mystery, how did I get here? All the rest is your history
Liberty is what I'm seekin' to get away from misery
Mess with me, you'll be fucked up 'cause I'll let out energy
Never was a problem child, always kept up with the game
The slang and somehow everyone in the hood knew my name

It ain't my fault it made me to be somethin' that you ain't
It is my fault I'm doin' somethin' that you know you can't
Man I remember gettin' drunk, drinkin' myself under the floor
Reminiscin' of throwin' up, makin' love to the
I did my dirt, did not get caught and still suffered in the end

But that's alright 'cause all I need's my little girl and my friends

Good ol' good ol' boys, hangin' out gettin' high
Just the good ol' boys, watchin' cops ridin' by
Good ol' good ol' boys, sittin' 'round drinkin' beer
Just the good ol' boys, we was the clique the haters feared
Good ol' good ol' boys, never really wanted blow
Just the good ol' boys, was overloaded on that dro
Good ol' good ol' boys, two door cutless what we flexin'
Just the good ol' boys, if you in the road
You better move, we go your direction