Lyrics 2707 (Instrumental) - Matlock

Look how you turning your back
Look how you paid me back
Oh this good love, you gone need
Fuck the landlord yo I ain't paying my rent
Live O'Reilly road
I'm worth 85 cent
Hungry enough to mop the floor with you like the janitor
And rob you blind like Ray Charles manager
I'm from a place where the sewer cover's home plate
And sheriff's come to make fuckin bums relocate
Once I heard somebody say that ignorance is bliss
If that shit's true we happy with a motherfuckin Bitch
Middle schoolers get respect
Shorty there can break your neck
And he's only like a buck 20 dripping wet
Welfare checks, cigarettes, and stolen cables
Look at all this coke that these cats put on my table
Labeled white trash, mad drugs, cash, guns
Single mother's snapping at their bastard ass sons
Daddy's on the run but he aint no reverend
Trying to make dough leven
2707
And everybody knows that we can't be fucked with
I stand up there and pitch it all night, Rick suck this
Nigga we get my duck sick, disgrace her boyfriend
Product of the scenery, this place is poison
Boy you so infested with the devil I gots to puke
There's nothing in your family but pimps and prostitutes
Yes I hold grudges, but I don't pull punches
No love amongst a bunch of evil motherfuckers
Just another tale of being poor white your whole life
Waking up on cold cold nights to po-po's rights
Stick a dick to your wife
You're the one who married her
D-List come around and lose weight on some Jared shit
Had to learn the hard way there ain't no fair one
Sometimes shit is rough but we don't dare run
Balled up fists and my mind's my weapon
Make no half step to 2707