Bow Tie Blues (feat. Blake Yall)

I like the sound of this one though Uh Let's go There ain't nothing wrong with a little sweat Cuz when it all works out you'll be flipping pages Pages And when it all goes down When it all comes true They'll watch you sing your bow tie blues Uh Would you allow me to introduce that all fly dude That go by smooth And have them singing bow ties blues From trying to convince the world to download my tunes To getting straight stares from some cross eyed dudes The focal point Cuz my vocals on a joint, impeccable Hella cool Hit the club and leave with a peck or two Pegged a fool Cuz of how I dropped out of law school A loss Who'd have seen him as the boss that they toast to A victim with his mind on a triumph Pushed to rock a bow tie as a sign of defiance Against the system Money pro'ly got 'em thinking shine But if you think I'll lose track you're out your cotton picking mind Ironically I mean bring a slave to the game Used the analogy of cotton for the whips and the chains The chicks in the range The chips The trips and the fame Ain't the only thing responsible for tripping a change My bow tie blues There ain't nothing wrong with a little sweat Cuz when it all works out you'll be flipping pages Pages And when it all goes down When it all comes true They'll watch you sing your bow tie blues So raise a glass for the babies That are born where the dogs are flea-bitten and rabid So they pass for the crazies For having a dream Coz loss becomes routine Keep my faith in the fact God's the one true king Had me thinking Sunday school Pro'ly should have been on Monday too Cuz chicks I saw there took it off like a runway, ooh Cuz we was on the block finna make it to the top Ironically the underground kid was tryna rock So when Deffy told me it was either me or him I swore upon my dad's grave my light would never turn dim From home work turned in either late or barely done To four mixtapes, what a righteous run And I And I swear they were sure I'd lose Tried to keep me pigeon-holed to control my moves But I sat back and watched the time go by smooth Wise guy attitude these are bow tie blues There ain't nothing wrong with a little sweat Cuz when it all works out you'll be flipping pages Pages And when it all goes down When it all comes true They'll watch you sing your bow tie blues One more time Hey yo I speak for the many who come from few to reach for the plenty Dreamt of Remy sips in the back seat of a Bentley A teen evidently raised by the culture of rap A vulture of facts Picked clean the sculpture of that That being the lines out of a speaker Crack feind, black teen that never really had the black sneakers With his back leaned against the rain Ten years forward look what something as small as a chance became A chance at fame Better yet a chance to tell A story to that kid whose looking for a chance as well For a chance in hell With snow balls and ice cream cones A little spark to keep warm when the nights seem cold When nights seemed long He would write, and it might seem wrong But rap raised him, so whenever he'd write his songs He was that little kid taking riding lessons from his old man Looking back for approval, look daddy no hands There ain't nothing wrong with a little sweat Cuz when it all works out you'll be flipping pages Pages And when it all goes down When it all comes true They'll watch you sing your bow tie blues Next time I touch down in my city don't be looking at me like I ain't from there I just worked hard to get up out of there, you know what I'm saying Blake I see you though E.D.I Eddie its aight, its aight, I see you though. Evans I see you too though BBF 2013 Or 14 BBF Forever Bow Tie Blues, baby