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I'm 2 smart, more heart, plus I'm 2 clever
Add it all together that's pressure 4ever
A little dark around the edges, South Cak vignette
In the city

Little bird's aquatic
Lives by beach
I don't ruffle feathers 
I fish with my beak

And I just want a flock of my own
All my friends flew south and left me

Koopa it's been a minute fool,
but the streets of the South say they feeling you
Tell me what you wanna know, and I can lyrically give you a interview

hard to beat

As the stranger knew then the toughest two by far were where he sat

Was a pot belly fellow from south Alabama and a dude in a black felt

They really gonna hate the fact that I'm the best in town
It's about to go down
Saved him from the traphouse
Move him back out south
Oh yes I'm stalking

Don't give fuck 
Who be out
The time ticking on yo ass
Yu ain't ain't ready 
To go south 
The pen right in yo face
So ain't no need to be flaw
The time

we can take another pic
Surrounded by professional bitches
Why his fans be at my show trying sneak a pictures
At the show performing I don't really

Endless Riches flooded our homeland
Once wealth dried up
We sailed south
The promise of silver
The promise of gold
The prospect of fame
Made us leave

a fucking reserve
Waiting for buses, I’m checking my compass
I don’t got no morals, I don’t pay no mind
I’m from the South where the fists are all blind
Don’t

Tweaker rollin' by on a ten-speed
And got a backpack full of shit he just stole
I know his mom, she said he livin' rent free
Up in a basement with

Had to stand on ten toes by myself (Yeah)
When I up, ain't no running for help (Nah)
Bullets burning and making you melt (Melt)
But my bible still up

free me from this jail cell
Im Sweatin stressin second guessing is messing with my brain
You think by now I'd learn my lesson but here I am the same

zoning
Niggas from south of DC clamong they grew up by coney
I cut the pork but fry these niggas like they eggs and baloney
This verse pretty 11th grade

one) 
If you don't what ghetto style means by now
I guess we just gone have to break it down for you
Rock the beat
Break it down (Break it down)
Right

Yeah
Uh

Any bird could fly south
Any street thug could kill a man
Any choppa' pull the seats out the minivan
An any doe could catch a round runnin'

I'm headed eighty five south bound with my loud mouth
And I'm burning loud sounds when you bumping my foul mouth
I bring the whole crowd out when my

I'm from the North
So I dip down 45
I might just exit 59
Thinking about flossing through the South
These niggas talking about a drought
But All my

on the couch
We had all that love, then we went though that drought
Tell me why everything seem to only go south now
Feel like I’m going insane
I got so much

the sun
Follow the sound
Dressed in red
Caught by a thread
Deeper than dead
Stars in the bed
Breathing instead
Breathing in
We have wondered our minds

everything I'm doing, God (please)
I want to but I cannot stop

I got lot of ties
Yeah, I'm good for life 
South, south, southside 
Yeah, I can spot your lies

Im bout to catch the Midnight flight to you 
My minds on California time, for you 
Flying south west, to the south west just to see my baby
I feel

block we work with nine, hard day I work my job
Keep it tucked that's word to wise, in the town we serving pies
South Burbs we murder guys and why not we

from the south west

In Castellabate, down in Santa Maria
Yeah where we met first time, you stole my heart
With your smile, you lightened my stars
I

our time before unleashing violence on lands near by
From this land of ice and snow we bring with us fire and smoke
A trail of blood leads us back home