Steer Clear Lyrics

I'm a tall grass sittin', long term thinkin'
Marijuana smokin', Jim Beam when I'm drinkin'
Chevrolet when I'm drivin' I don't care about the year
I just need my hands on a wheel to hold onto so I can steer, steer clear

I think I mighta made it (Damn), smokin' pounds of clover (Yeah)
I don't know no rappers (Nah), camouflaged in Rovers (Haha)
And I don't know no rappers on the stage doin' they shit like huckleberry (Yeah)
Throwin thousand dolla boots into a crowd three or four days a weekend (You know it)
Like bitch gimme my holster (Blah), bitch gimme my keys (yeah)
Gimme my wallet with the ripped ID cause I smoke an OZ at the DMV
Haha, Church, haha, search, Google my name I'm known in the cut (Yeah)
Hollywood couldn't' even have me if they wrote me a mutha fuckin' check for the whole wide world
They want me on a label (Nah), my ass cannot be labeled (Nah)
They hungry just to touch me (Yeah), but my touch of stone is fatal (Yeah)
And my mama told me don't look back like a story deep the Bible (Praise God)
I'm a rapper sittin' in a tall tree gettin' ammunition for this rifle

I'm a tall grass sittin', long term thinkin'
Marijuana smokin', Jim Beam when I'm drinkin'
Chevrolet when I'm drivin' I don't care about the year
I just need my hands on a wheel to hold onto so I can steer, steer clear

Steer clear of the shit tryna always puncture my radiator
Leavin' me in the heat that turned to rust the light done turned into a fuckin' gladiator (Ah)
Got massive haters smashin' labels lookin' like Buckwheat with a fuckin' sack a taters
27 and rich and I'm pissin off my neighbors (Yeah)
'Til I get a text message from the county sherriff
'Cause I ain't ever had shit, now I got it in my hand
All my brothers got jeeps, and my momma got land
All my bills paid with a couple deer stamps
Still ain't bought a Ferrari or diamond rocks for my hand (Nah)
Mother fuck high class, [?] whatever you call it
I'm hillbilly ballin' blue collar my partner
22x14's on my truck from the '90s
Rebel flag flyin' southern pride drippin' out the tailpipe
Rolling Stoned sticker stuck up in the back glass
Fuckin' Trump on the bumper mother fucker get back
I don't care about myself, I'ma die for a reason
Real mo'fuckers huntin' year round no season

I'm a tall grass sittin', long term thinkin'
Marijuanna smokin', Jim Beam when I'm drinkin'
Chevrolet when I'm drivin' I don't care about the year
I just need my hands on a wheel to hold onto so I can steer, steer clear

Tall grass sittin', long term thinkin'
Marijuana smokin' and Jim Beam drinkin'

I'm a tall grass sittin', long term thinkin'
Marijuana smokin', Jim Beam when I'm drinkin'
Chevrolet when I'm drivin' I don't care about the year
I just need my hands on a wheel to hold onto so I can steer, steer clear