E-dubble - Automatic lyrics

[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 frontin' doing yard work No Wrangler's, 38/38 on my 501's till I'm angered Then them jawns rip up, cuz' I'm on it Skin gets jaundiced, the hulk got cornered Time to just bomb sh**, rockets been launched And your pretty boy shirt got dumped in the garbage Now you f**ed cuz' your book gets judged Cuz' 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 12 year olds talkin' to their elders fu*k YEAH, when them hands go up I demand that we stand for the fans in us The line's been blurred I'm trying to fight the urge To sip something strong enough to help me fight my nerves I 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 sh**storm Tired of these backwards men, I'm like I'm 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 said we go hard. (4x) [Verse 2] The old days were great, but we're past them We still here to rear our new pa**ions We fight fear with vices, toast gla**es Smoke pot, and f** like we never took cla**es And never learned sh** 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 cuz' it's a natural anesthetic Keep it organic for the ladies with they pit hair Throwing up they fists at my shows like sh** yeah Demographics don't matter when your thoughts stay scattered And you dabble in dodging the old wagon f** that, convictions get shattered No riddles to be solved, mad hatter lost his magic Hat number nine, trippin' off the turpentine Grippin' something steady enough to keep the work alive And I'm living that, and trying to give it back Grown man, sh**, callouses, and jaded raps Hair on my chest, I sweat when I f** My speakers don't hammer they put dents in your truck [Hook 2x]