Nickolas Joy - St. Louis Blues Lyrics

I'm breaded like the baker, don't get paid to talk to haters
And I know y'all like to talk behind my back
But your life is in the gutter that's a fact
Over here we really eating every weekend gettin' racks
And if we find a rat we kill the pack
Back and forth on 44 like muling was a 9-4
And if I'm still alive by 95 I'll still be door-to-door
With hits that make you hit the floor
This shit is straight from '94, young monsters making millions
What the f*ck you think we're in it for?
Yeah
Aye what the f*ck you really think we're in it for?
God damn it I hate to lose, give a man St. Louis Blues
God damn it I hate to lose, give a man St. Louis Blues
Bouncin' on them hoes like I got bubbles in my socks
And we'll take double of that muscle if he cut it from the block
See this chip on my shoulder? Bet that piece is worth a lot
And it could go a lot of ways but keeping peace
Don't seem to work a lot
God damn it I hate to lose, give a man St. Louis Blues
God damn it I hate to lose, give a man St. Louis Blues
God damn it I hate to lose, give a man St. Louis Blues
God damn it I hate to lose, give a man St. Louis Blues
F*ck 'em is like all I got to say about 'em
And I don't need no inspiration, bitch I am the fountain
F*ck 'em is the best that I could say about 'em
Before I wife a bum bitch I'd rather move a mountain
Mississippi river kid born and raised to spit this shit
So the story goes they tried to sink his ship, sink or swim
Think of things you could be doing if you wasn't doing this
You just might've flipped the script
You just might've changed the game
Everybody wanna make a God damn name
But don't nobody wanna take the God damn blame
St. Louis Blues, I made it out last place
St. Louis Blues, I made it out last place
Different is the only thing I know to be
This poetry comes fluently
My friends and family really can't get through to me
My ma don't need to know the truth
About all my delinquencies
That's why I roll this tree and sip my bourbon
Mind my business real, real peacefully