Nobody Controls Me But My Mama And

When You're Rich, You Don't Write Checks. Straight Cash, Homey.

Nobody Controls Me But My Mama And God.

Everybody Knows I Got A Temper. It's Not A Temper Temper-not An Off-the-field Temper. It's A Competitive Temper, Wanting To Do Good. But As Far As Being A Guy Who Disrupts A Lot Of Things, Who Doesn't Want To Listen? Nah, Man. That's False. That's False Because I'm Excelling.

I'm A Country Boy Who Hasn't Really Been Exposed To City Living, And It Throws Me.

The Moss Of Old Is Back!