Tat Shop
At the Tat Shop, told' em put askull on me
One for my haters, and another one for my old homies
Know where I'm from, but I still got all this gold on me
And I got enemies, but not one who done rode on me
Yeah, washing the money, I'm doing the laundry
And come out of Palm Beach where a million dollars was an arm's reach
Come from a city where Oxycontin turn a lot of people into zombies
Where you can't even buy a charm piece, without someone ringing the alarm please
Now I got the car keys and my homie kilo in the car seat
Trying not to fall victim to the long list of my cities RIP's
Momma said I should've stayed home, with my eyes stayin' on the wide screen (okay)
But I stayed with a homie, with the red flag
And he ain't a right wing (okay, okay)
Peace to the Gods, cowboy hat, wanna draw me
Strap make 'em reach for the stars
Homeboys still tryin' to reach for the boss
So I made one call told me do the cause
Outline chalk, only thing y'all gon' get
Tryna come deep, beefin' with ours
See through the ta-ta, weed with the mower
Somehow I remain key through it all
Recall days I was in, days on free fall
I ain't even have change for meatball
At the Days Inn, days on grease bar
Then I turned me the page, made a way
And so much white since state of the deep fog
When you work this hard, man you can't discard, you couldn't
Came for the result, okay, okay?
At the Tat Shop, told' em put askull on me
One for my haters, and another one for my old homies
Know where I'm from, but I still got all this gold on me
And I got enemies, but not one who done rode on me
Yeah, at the Tat shop, told' em put a skull on me
Your baby momma looking, she gon' put that skull on me
Guarantee vampire on my neck, she bury teeth
Married me, divorce her by sunrise, every week
She gon' need to cool down, know that I got fans, buyer
I put it down I stick it up, she put them hands higher
Boss I got you, I'm a boss when I say aim higher
Recruit the soldier, roll her over and fire
Player, player, playboy, never rock a suit and tie
But I valet that pussy, park you in my '85
Oh, that's a pro, off the hook, like a coat
I don't pass out none of my digits, just a ticket to my show
Mucho mucho, thank you much, ATL, I got the cuts
Sneaky, freaky 'bout that love, I don't' want love I want a slut
Be my ace, be my queen, be my anything I need
And I may put your initials on my skin, permanently, permanently
At the Tat Shop, told' em put askull on me
One for my haters, and another one for my old homies (yeah)
Know where I'm from, but I still got all this gold on me (Blacksheep)
And I got enemies, but not one who done rode on me (Yelawolf)