Swade - Highway 27 lyrics

Verse 1 I rep that P.O.L.K. county Till the d**h of me Home is where the heart is Don't know where you'll find the rest of me Cooking wit my patnas I swear that right there the recipe Fighting for that slice of life And tryna get a extra piece Oh don't call it greedy I'm just looking for what's mine tho Head up on a swivel As I dribble through these time zones We dem country bumpkins In yo function Bout to turn it out Know these youngins mad They burning up Cause we ain't burning out They'll turn ya out Big city lights is so attractive n***as sellin souls and touchin toes And doing backflips Just to get a actress All up in they mattress While we been going goal for goal for goal Now that's a hat trick And we don't need no asterisk We do this here for real Ever seen yo Patna switch on you Like who is this for real But I ain't tripping i ain't slipping Got influences to k** I been dealing with these fakes I'm feeling ooh I need some real So I'm on Hook Im on Highway 27, headed to the city Slow it down, don't want them laws to come and get me I been gone for way too long,it really hit me Hold my hand babe where I go you going with me I'm on highway way 27 I'm on highway way 27 (repeat 2x) Verse 2 Hit the city bending corners Like a young player should See wring wheel made of plastic But I grip it like its wood I done came up out the country Know they love to see me do it Know they hear me round the way But back at home I'm understood Ugh Good Lawd Mobbing thru the city It's just me and my dawgs Know the music loud I got a couple missed calls Ain't nobody tripping We just repping for the set tho We gon put it down Thought you knew that from the get go Let's go I been out on the road Properly rocking and socking these shows Popping the trunk And unlocking these doors And it will not be long till they jocking these flows Hopped of the porch Now I'm in it for real Dropped the resentment Cause envy can k** Hopped of the porch Now I'm popping the leash I will not stop it ya copy capieche? Got that water boy Call me rap game bouche Till I'm pushing daisies That's that rap game bouquet Bet I never rap it If it ain't come from my real life Never been a fraud you should tell me what that feel like Hook Verse 3 Excuse a youngin for straying off of the topic But the sample was so nasty I told my homie rechop it Just a black man with his first up And his hair napped Wit a brown skin Full lips and her hair wrapped In between the snare traps I dance with kick I see my homies Go in motion bet I'm setting a pick Ain't no time for mediocre Nothing less than legit My comrades kamikaze If you come for the clique Now who are you What you finna do Careful how you choose Don't abandon where you came from UnLess you plan to lose Fastest way to get the money Fastest way to the news Hate to gather all the green And still not tackle my blues Oh it's Color money Oh it's color money What the beat yell Funny how they want my colored money Up in retail But the same people Asking n***a what you doing here Look like its bout 8 of y'all We'll only let a few in here