Jeff Martin - Hard Ass Christmas lyrics

[Verse 1: Jeff Martin] When I look back from where I am now I wonder if I'll make it, I wonder, man, how? I wonder if the people say "Bye," say, "Choi" If they're gunna' shoot me down like, "Plow" Wonder how I came into this game Was it for the music, money or fame? Was it for the boats, the cops or planes Was it so you know both a my names Think my personality's changed Think I'm too over my wage How many like my Facebook page? This a sickness, Internet Plague Get off my jock, get on my level Girl's gotta' Longbottom like Neville Out run me, you better have pedals I'm cookin' up spicy songs in my kettle This sh** here ain't talkin' 'bout me This sh** here be talkin' bout you I'mma give you some advise for free If you gunna' say somethin' come through [Pre-Hook: Jeff Martin] How 'bout you mind your own damn business I'm not worried 'bout you Seems like a f**in' hard a** Christmas Got coal up in my shoes, I be like [Verse 2: Jeff Martin] This is still me I swear I am not going nowhere This my feelings I share Just to prove I really care I'm addicted to ba** lines, I don't need no rehab Those kicks and that snare pops, my drum dealer O-Brad I have no time to change And I have no time to lose And I have no time for anybody spoiling my youth I'm just bein' who my mama made She's proud of where I've come She was there for me like everyday I'm proud of where I'm from Man, I'm on top of my game Feel so good, I never be fazed Tryna' set the whole building aflame Make the people come my way What you think you know 'bout this? I make everything, no miss Hit that half courter like swish I know bein' me is your wish sh**, I feel good right now How you like the tone a that sound? If you wanna' bring me down Get the f** outta' this town 'Cause I'm just bein' myself This the one I always felt Champion, I got that belt King me now, lion's pelt Oh yeah, I bustin' down these walls Music rang, I got the call Said, "They need some guys like y'all Take this deal, stand up tall" [Pre-Hook: Jeff Martin] How 'bout you mind your own damn business I'm not worried 'bout you Seems like a f**in' hard a** Christmas Got coal up in my shoes, I be like