Rooster Cogburn

That VHS, that true grit, that Rooster Cogburn Dark hours, blowin' sours, city's ours Cut the powers, kill the cowards, smell the flowers I devoured conquer who, I'm laughin' boo Ain't fistin', I'm true grit, I'm supposed To shoot Better wire the money, or meet Omar, they So soft Carhartt bucket, smuggle my glock in Nantucket My homie said, man, tuck it, pull it or bust It or hush it Don't shoot back, y'all's rustin', we crash Out Ford mustang We eatin' y'all ribs, touchin' them punches I feels nothin', fist of the North Star Niggas renting sports cars, just to lie to y'all Broads But a lot of them frauds, beef is a SRT Cause a lot of y'all dodge, buildin' ARs out the garage Niggas flodge, like they don't need jobs Until we X out them eyes, like, what was the Kaws I'm Rooster Cogburn, lookin' for Ned Peppers These said steppers are bed wetters, iron sights Are dead centered Pet dragons are fed splinter's, redemption is Red dead I'm a bread getter, family gotta be fed But how he gon' break the law, if we judgin' the Dredd Nah, I'm judgin' the heads of this establishment Can't die, I'm King Arthur Rather pen, just stab the cement I'm spray can, y'all spray tan, who lastin Then? Who lastin' then I've been mortified, I don't know, cut it off Man, if you live, I'll get you two or three years in the federal house up in Detroit there We're trying to get it They'll teach you how to read and write up there, but the rest won't be so good