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Alabama Native Video (MV)




Performed By: TJ Hookster
Language: English
Length: 3:02
Written by: Thomas Jordan




TJ Hookster - Alabama Native Lyrics
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First off, rest in peace, Sweet James Jones, helpin' to continue to inspire these, country rap tunes
Know what I'm talking about
I could lie to you, make it sound fly to you, but nah
Alabama native, G-Town resident
Been this fly figure, since Reagan was the president
Would explain game
Niggas don't be listening
Rather sell they soul for them thangs they be glistening
Don't get me wrong, like the finer thangs
It's in my blood, see my father is a king
So, my chain swang, labels read Polo
I'm getting to the dough, though, but the praise it, that's a no-no' solo
Like selfies for your photo, laying low like carpets
Might see me grabbing vittles at your supermarkets
Too busy shooting stars, aiming for my targets
Create other ways, produce money in pockets
Alabama native, G-Town resident
Been this fly figure, since Reagan was the president
Would explain game
Niggas don't be listening
Rather sell they soul for them thangs they be glistening
Money, cars, clothes, can't forget the jewelry
And all them other thangs that they leaving out your eulogy
Don't wanna hear the truth, yet and still I'ma give it to ya
And them suckas that don't get it, I'ma give it to ya
Living pretty good, still wonder where the cheddar went
Past is the past, and the past is irrelevant
Star child, definitely I'm heaven sent
Work in progress, still under development
So where the love, this hating be so prevalent
The devil alive, no need for any more evidence
They shooting churches, Donald Trump's a circus
Minimum wage their workers better learn their purpose
Preaching in these verses, people
Alabama native, G-Town resident
Been this fly figure, since Reagan was the president
Would explain game
Niggas don't be listening
Rather sell they soul for them thangs they be glistening
Autumn leaves fallin', had me reminiscing
How you don't appreciate it, till it's gone or missin'
Yeah, I'm thankful for the days that it rains on me
Like I'm stuck up in the window with the pain on me
Do my thang, maintain, while minding my business
Trying to be that better man, got Jehovah my witness
See my prayer game relentless, so the blessings tremendous
Cause we still doing numbers with the odds against us
Hookster
Alabama native, G-Town resident
Been this fly figure, since Reagan was the president
Would explain game
Niggas don't be listening
Rather sell they soul for them thangs they be glistening
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English

First off, rest in peace, Sweet James Jones, helpin' to continue to inspire these, country rap tunes
Know what I'm talking about
I could lie to you, make it sound fly to you, but nah
Alabama native, G-Town resident
Been this fly figure, since Reagan was the president
Would explain game
Niggas don't be listening
Rather sell they soul for them thangs they be glistening
Don't get me wrong, like the finer thangs
It's in my blood, see my father is a king
So, my chain swang, labels read Polo
I'm getting to the dough, though, but the praise it, that's a no-no' solo
Like selfies for your photo, laying low like carpets
Might see me grabbing vittles at your supermarkets
Too busy shooting stars, aiming for my targets
Create other ways, produce money in pockets
Alabama native, G-Town resident
Been this fly figure, since Reagan was the president
Would explain game
Niggas don't be listening
Rather sell they soul for them thangs they be glistening
Money, cars, clothes, can't forget the jewelry
And all them other thangs that they leaving out your eulogy
Don't wanna hear the truth, yet and still I'ma give it to ya
And them suckas that don't get it, I'ma give it to ya
Living pretty good, still wonder where the cheddar went
Past is the past, and the past is irrelevant
Star child, definitely I'm heaven sent
Work in progress, still under development
So where the love, this hating be so prevalent
The devil alive, no need for any more evidence
They shooting churches, Donald Trump's a circus
Minimum wage their workers better learn their purpose
Preaching in these verses, people
Alabama native, G-Town resident
Been this fly figure, since Reagan was the president
Would explain game
Niggas don't be listening
Rather sell they soul for them thangs they be glistening
Autumn leaves fallin', had me reminiscing
How you don't appreciate it, till it's gone or missin'
Yeah, I'm thankful for the days that it rains on me
Like I'm stuck up in the window with the pain on me
Do my thang, maintain, while minding my business
Trying to be that better man, got Jehovah my witness
See my prayer game relentless, so the blessings tremendous
Cause we still doing numbers with the odds against us
Hookster
Alabama native, G-Town resident
Been this fly figure, since Reagan was the president
Would explain game
Niggas don't be listening
Rather sell they soul for them thangs they be glistening
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Writer: Thomas Jordan
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