[Verse 1]
Thumbs up for the go-getters
The ambitionless are pissed, they should know better
No debtor, we owe nothing but hard work
Inverse of Brett Favre fronting doing yard work
No Wrangler's, 38/38 on my 501's till I'm angered
Then them jawns rip up, 'cause I'm on it
Skin gets jaundiced, the hulk got cornered
Time to just bomb shit, rocket's been launched
And your pretty boy shirt got dumped in the garbage
Now you're fucked 'cause your book gets judged
'Cause your cover's in another dumpster looking all slumped
They did away with that, you think you'll make it back
With no history you'll never make a paperback
Used to think you'd always be a best seller
Didn't count on those twelve year olds talking to their elders
FUCK YEAH, when them hands go up
I demand that we stand for the fans in us
The line's been blurred
I'm try'na fight the urge
To sip something strong enough to help me fight my nerves
I've got my words, they've been penned
Written Thursday Mixtape on the way and it's dirtier than Pig Pen
I've got a feeling there's about to be a shitstorm
Tired of these backwards men, I'm like Rip Torn
[Hook]
Back at it like an automatic
Sip-sip cheap liquor till I'm leaning backwards
Yuh-Yuh-Young English helped me write the chapters
Black Paisley, yes we go hard
You said we go hard? I say we go hard
You said we go hard? I say we go hard
You said we go hard? I say we go hard
You said we go hard? I say we go hard

[Verse 2]
The old days were great, but we're past them
We still here to rear our new passions
We fight fear with vices, toast glasses
Smoke pot and fuck like we never took classes
And never learned shit
But we earned our hurt and pain
From our scars and mistakes
And with that being said, I'm about to make a few more
Breath of fresh air, like I'm living in a humidor
So temperate, I've been bent since week 17
But I'm never on the bench
No rest, already said it, ethic is embedded
And I'll never let it slip 'cause it's a natural anesthetic
Keep it organic for the ladies with they pit hair
Throwing up they fists at my shows like shit yeah
Demographics don't matter when your thoughts stay scattered
And you dabble in dodging the old wagon
Fuck that, convictions get shattered
No riddles to be solved, Mad Hatter lost his magic
Hat number nine, tripping off the turpentine
Gripping something steady enough to keep the work alive
And I'm living that, and trying to give it back
Grown man shit, callouses, and jaded raps
Hair on my chest, I sweat when I fuck
My speakers don't hammer they put dents in your truck
[Hook]
Back at it like an automatic
Sip-sip cheap liquor till I'm leaning backwards
Yuh-Yuh-Young English helped me write the chapters
Black Paisley, yes we go hard
You said we go hard? I say we go hard
You said we go hard? I say we go hard
You said we go hard? I say we go hard
You said we go hard? I say we go hard

[Hook]
Back at it like an automatic
Sip-sip cheap liquor till I'm leaning backwards
Yuh-Yuh-Young English helped me write the chapters
Black Paisley, yes we go hard
You said we go hard? I say we go hard
You said we go hard? I say we go hard
You said we go hard? I say we go hard
You said we go hard? I say we go hard

[E-Dub's Rambles]
Freestyle Friday #39, E-Dubble, Glitch Mob, Animus Vox, something like that, I think that's how you say it. Uh, anyway, hope everybody's doing well. Black Paisley, Activate Social. Gee whiz, week uh, week 40 next week, huh? Philly's game, gotta go watch the Philly's game right now. See you guys later, hope you're doing well, hope you're doing great, hope that Sean Jackson gets better. Hope that Sean Jackson's doing fine. Poor little guy. Anyway, here's my big boy, see you guys later