[Intro: Adam Calhoun]
What is this rap, country rap?
Man it's both

[Chorus: Brodnax & Adam Calhoun]
You know I ain't fuckin' with you
Living my life like I got nothin' left to prove
I keep on grindin' 'til there's nothin' left to do
Hey just remember that it's all on you (Let's go)

[Verse 1: Adam Calhoun]
I'm swingin' for the fences knock the cover off the ball
Rockin' coveralls I've been hot for so long I'm not gonna see the fall
Paul Wall taught me how to you know, ball
And all y'all fake as shit, middle of the mall
I been rappin' like a motherfucker, eight albums two years
All these plaques, who cares? you don't get the news then
You lookin' at Tookie, I'm just lookin at you goofy
You don't even know who Tookie is, I know you just my little kids
I'm slap boxin', rap monster, quit now my last option
Bank account fat, Action Bronson, money bags sent
Get your honey fucked in the ass in the back of a hatchback
You just half assed, I'm sick as fuck I need a hazmat

[Interlude: Adam Calhoun]
Yeah, Johnny, where you going with that shotgun Johnny
Oh that bitch knows he in trouble, you hear her saying ooh
[Verse 2: Brodnax]
John Terrell Brodnax they said they never heard of me
Old white cat, murderin' every fuckin' beat
That Adam put him on, you can't duplicate a clone
Feel better under pressure I won't be unbreaka-
Got a grind on your grind bitches really goin' down
If you have a pair of BluBlocker's you cannot stop the shine
When I find what I'm lookin' for I put it in a figure four
And even if he taps bitch I ain't lettin' go
This for the ones that never made it and everybody that hate it
If we ever traded places the pressure would break us
Ain't no fakin' I'm under the old law, pause
Papaw, the coldest white rapper that they ever saw

[Chorus: Brodnax]
You know I ain't fuckin' with you
Living my life like I got nothin' left to prove
I keep on grindin' 'til there's nothin' left to do
Hey just remember that it's all on you

[Verse 3: Adam Calhoun & Brodnax]
Son or somethin' about how tough you are that's what I heard
Softer then a perm probably keep your money in a purse
You don't boast down, two for one put 'em in the hearse
I ain't tryin' to hear how much it cost for me to do a verse
And I ain't doin' shit unless it's Jelly, Struggle, Church
And you ain't doin' shit but never standin' on your word
What's worse? This shit is for the birds
And I ain't givin' up until my name is mentioned first
[Chorus: Brodnax]
You know I ain't fuckin' with you
Living my life like I got nothin' left to prove
I keep on grindin' 'til there's nothin' left to do
Hey just remember that it's all on you
You know I ain't fuckin' with you
Living my life like I got nothin' left to prove
I keep on grindin' 'til there's nothin' left to do
Hey just remember that it's all on you

[Outro: Brodnax]
Come on dog