| Put your money out the mattress, place your bid
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| Put it all on the cap with the flat bill lid
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| 'Cause I earn with a stack, proud of where I’m from
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| Now I sound the checks, back and the front
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| I used to play shows free, now I make double nickles
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| When they ask me back, might hit 'em with the triple
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| Hard to stay humble when you work this hard
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| They tell you «shoot for the moon"but I was born a star
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| I’ll deal the hand with no dirty tricks
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| No nothing’s ever changed
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| Always scheming to take my money
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| And that ain’t going away
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| That’s why they dealt me in and said they love me
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| «Now sign your life away»
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| Better play it through the bone, boy
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| Don’t wanna go home, boy
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| As long as you’re in the game
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| Now hit me
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| Yeah, that dirty road up at the top can get rough (can get rough)
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| Them twists and turns burns and cuts (that's right)
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| Laid down some cards and made it hard on myself
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| But it ain’t gon' change not a damn thing
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| Just playing the hand I was dealt
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| Got them boots and some Levi jeans
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| A couple middle fingers flying for the world to see
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| Told 'em hang around a minute, we gon' give 'em a show
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| About to get it, get it popping, shit, I’m rocking our boat
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| Like a Peterbilt big rig whistlin' in the wind
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| 'Bout to take it international
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| Worth right up next to nothing when we came out the case
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| Me and Clay took a loan so the bank would get paid
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| So just give it up big boy and free my soul
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| But there ain’t nothing for free, boy, indeed I know
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| Was it a la-dee-da-dee life, ain’t no party
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| Keep it here to the grind, don’t shit nobody
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| Keep your work boots on, don’t die in your sleep
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| pairs long, don’t shit where you eat
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| Keep that ace in the hole with the one-eyed jack
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| When life hits low you can hit right back
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| Now hit me
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| Yeah, that dirty road up at the top can get rough (can get rough)
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| Them twists and turns burns and cuts (that's right)
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| Laid down some cards and made it hard on myself
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| But it ain’t gon' change not a damn thing
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| Just playing the hand I was dealt
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| If you wanna play the game with me, boy
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| You better learn to play it right
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| 'Cause when the cards lay down, if we ain’t around
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| Then the cards ain’t shuffled right
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| And when they call your bluff you gon' realize
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| There’s a dead man’s hand right before your eyes
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| (Now hit me) you should’ve seen the tell
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| You’ve been played by the hand that I dealt
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| Uh, yeah
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| Killing in the game, a hot son of a bitch
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| With my finger flying high at everything that they pitch
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| 'Cause if the skipper ain’t steering then the boat won’t sail (no)
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| I’m the ace in the hole so you can ride on my coat tail
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| Termites biting and they’re coming out the woodwork
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| they could borrow everything I ever stood for
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| right one, let one loose
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| Watch me Chris Kyle any dealer I choose
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| Now hit me
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| It’s a long, long road
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| When you’re made to walk that line
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| Through the twists and turns
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| And the cuts and burns
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| But your boy gon' be just fine
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| When the smoke all clears
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| And the scars all heal
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| Don’t tell me how I feel
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| 'Cause I wouldn’t change not one damn thing
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| I’m just playing the cards I was dealt
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| Check 'em out
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| Now hit me
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| Yeah, that dirty road up at the top can get rough (can get rough)
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| Them twists and turns burns and cuts (that's right)
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| Laid down some cards and made it hard on myself
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| But it ain’t gon' change not a damn thing
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| Just playing the hand I was dealt
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| Yeah, that dirty road up at the top can get rough
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| Them twists and turns burns and cuts
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| Laid down some cards and made it hard on myself
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| But it ain’t gon' change not a damn thing
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| Just playing the hand I was dealt |