Farmer Lyrics

I'm not a farmer, but I can sale you blocks of cotton

Hit it with the baking soda, have your neighborhood rocking

Or I can serve you pounds of lettuce

Move it through ya neighborhood

I'm moving like the hood legends

Remember going bowl for bowl

Weed had niggas pockets swollen

Had to get some money getting it in is all I really know

Nickel bag to OZ's, quarter pounds to half a P

Worked my way up to a pound

I had to hustle for it g

Remember holding up a knot

Had to take a quick pic

Posting pictures on the the internet so I can remember this

Moving through the hood like a legend

Got me feeling heavy

Looked up to that nigga Meech like he was a God sent from heaven

And I cant forget Craig Pettis putting on for hood niggas

Free CT up out the celly

And I remember being heavy

Touched my first forty ball and started tricking off heavy

Where my hood babies with some hope

Hustling tryna get some dough

Out here grinding nine to five

The streets was our employer bro

We had to qualify to grind

I'm not a farmer, but I can sale you blocks of cotton

Hit it with the baking soda, have your neighborhood rocking

Or I can serve you pounds of lettuce

Move it through ya neighborhood

I'm moving like the hood legends

The hood raised me, the streets made me a hustler though

I remember be growing fast in East Memphis though

Shelby county with my momma apartment complex full of addicts

I was about to serve or become one, but I like living lavish

Grinding hard everyday

Hustling tryna to find a way

Remember cutting grass mane

And you niggas be out here broke

Talking bout you getting money, but yo pockets empty though

Real niggas do some real shit, but y'all ain't real bitch.

Y'all can follow my lead if you want to like a field trip

Sack for sack

Pound for pound

Pumping weight like Nino Brown

Tryna build my body up, but these weight here grow out the ground

Where my hood babies with some hope

Hustling tryna get some dough

Out here grinding nine to five the streets was our employer

Bro we had to qualify to grind

I'm not a farmer, but I can sale you blocks of cotton

Hit it with the baking soda, have your neighborhood rocking

Or I can serve you pounds of lettuce

Move it through ya neighborhood

I'm moving like the hood legends