verse 1 uh left arm of all my jackets smell like camels and cat piss its always half a pack right beside where the flask is you got a nickel come and get you splash of this moonshine washin down cornbread and catfish born on a river bank cussin in slang muddy waters thicker blood in my veins the fifth cousin of cain its easy to see us becoming estranged unconditional love is un obtained i got nothin left to say gimme somethin i can bang run up in the train take the money back and double it mayne its a couple thangs im trynna cop must haves butter for the recipes and some weaponry for the gun rack uh chorus get up get on get right get strong get with it or get gone got got got got to get over gotta get over to give somethin get mad get buck get loud get lucky get found or get fucked uh got got got got to get over gotta get over to give somethin back verse 2 aiyo we small scale farmers talkin tons thats a lotta weight we at the docks shovin off a load of harbor freight gods in the shipyards they taught us how to operate so if its drama im callin on my conglomerates modern phenomenas synonymous to commonplace yall picked some simple shit to complicate consequently monetary regulators obfuscate the nomenclature now youre resigned to be confined inside your office space workin off a debt to owner forget ever ownin a home bro it seems to me the american dream is over so what we supposed to do with all these pharmaceuticals and sleep aids three eighths of my teammates are deep inside comas that codeine and soda they chiefin that potent no weekend spent sober that reefer them rollin its keepin us hopeful we reach for the solar heart beat for these moments we goin in chorus  verse 3 were on a sliding scale buyin burnt shit at fire sales these pennies like a foreign currency shiny shells tiny to retail giants sublime clientele deceived but keep in mind even goliath fell i expel pellets and rocks from out the slingshot mixin this cocktail the type you light and sail over top the citadel rotten they can fry in hell its better we try and fail than let em take us lyin still lords of war trynna murder us florence nightingale tyin tourniquets servants of the poor tired and frail raise em up make em fly as hell watch over the riders of the night rail when you do take flight from these trenches we fightin and dyin in daily we scalin them fences were barely defenseless if made in his image imagine envision we smashin them entrances in chorus 