Zero Swag

Yo, I’m riding around town with zero amounted in my bank account
And smokin' dank, I’m rollin', shaking bottom bag
I don’t got a lot of swag, I never shut my mouth
But I don’t got a lot to say
No one comes to my shows anyway
Crowd looking like the fuckin' WNBA
Gumption been throwing up shade
Like air balls and missed lay-ups on breakaways
Yo, I’m just talking trash, y’all can fucking relax
If I play one of them lasses, I’ll get my ass crossed off the map
I just don’t wanna watch it so ya’ll can dunk
Every time I’m on the mic, I’m one hundred percent Gumption
I rock a dusty ass bucket lid for the fuck of it
Rusty, sweat-stained, brim with the custom print
Half-ass my verse then get drunk as shit
I love Hip-Hop but in my heart, still a Country kid
That’s what Gumption is: deer hunting and shit
Ask your girl the circumference of what my beer gut is
Twenty-fiv years old, still can’t grow a beard for shit
It’s all good, I am who I am, I gotta deal with it
That’s th difference between you and me
I accept that I’m unique, we’re all human beings
Yo, society masking insecurities with plastic
Your lips not big enough? Just fill some fuckin' crap in 'em
Even makeup to me is madness
Wake up every day and basically paint your face
I just can’t fathom it
Physically cannot grasp this shit
But when I sit and think about it, it makes me sad a bit
Between the mascara and that powder shit
All the hours spent and sell it back under the guise of empowerment?
It’s cowardice