One forty

[Ron Clutch] No more wine for me, no more dimes of weed Cuz I'm tryin to see, if my mind can reach The level of the game that we die to see I'm talkin bout naturally where ya mind is free See I'm a dying breed, a country-fried emcee I used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese See it was bound to be, when there's mouths to feed and there's bills to pay, somethin gotta give way The way I feel today, I could care less Cuz my mind is made, yeah my hair's a mess I don't bother to shave, I walk around bare chest like a candy face, like I'm wearin a vest I dare ya to test, I push a hundred-five reps Showin off my pecs, triceps and biceps I'm all for the cause, ready to die next I'm all for the cause, ready to die next..