Bayou Crew Video (MV)

Some people think they know why I'm doing this
I'm just doing what I can to get this off my chest
Sometimes I feel like I need more rest
Seems like every time I walk I get caught in a spider's web
Imma go down to the river grab the fish by the head
I gotta to get bigger even if I'm taking smaller steps
I can paint a picture but I'd rather lead you to the pasture
Clearing out my garden of the pests
Really you could never know what's next
Really ain't a fish even though I hold my breath
Breathing in the sweet old smell of the plants we roll
Walk a couple miles just to see the smoke
Walking in my shoes you can feel the holes
Imma watch my back until I'm dead
Looking up hoping I've been blessed
Bongo Billy on the indigo

I just moved to the south from Barcelona
If you ain't Billy or Skeeter, bitch I don't know you
Always drive Ford trucks, never Toyota
American built, that's what I told you
Yeah it's motherf*cking Alabama up in this bitch
And we never give a shit
I rep Mobile, I always kill
I shoot on sight, I always fight, yeehaw!
Guns in the air
Like we don't care
Get the confederate flag out of here
Because I only f*ck with America you hear

Sleeter Skinny here to tell you the sitch
Sleeter Skinny here to lay it down for you
Sleeter Skinny here to tell you about
Bongo Billy and what happened to him
Bongo Billy he was just a rouge
Walking down that lonely road
He had a love once before
But she had to go
Her name was Ivory
Or Bethany, or Mary Lee
I really can't remember 'cause I don't give a f*ck
I just count the passerby by the hazard lights on their trucks
Shit, Bongo Billy, he's the kid
And he will destroy this rap game shit
His love once told him
That he will only fold
But he won't do that shit
'Cause there's a story to be told