Lyrics:
South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin to stop my flow
And what they don't know will
[Chorus]
I get by with some help, with some help from my friends [Repeat: x2]
I get by [Repeat: x4]
With some help from friends yall,
From my friends
TRU SHIT
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Comin Down Smokin Green/Makin My Cream Servin Fiends/Sippin On Lean Then Pop A Bean 2 Project PT Ghetty
While drivin' a herd of cattle out in old Nebraska way
Headin' east at Broken Bow on a hot September day
Tryin' to get to Omaha we hoped to find
While drivin' a herd of cattle out in old Nebraska way
Headin' east at Broken Bow on a hot September day
Tryin' to get to Omaha we hoped to find
to find a place by taking just two steps from where you were?
You know it's what you need but your feet have got no commitment to get you there
Well this
East cause I'm sick of South moved West to head North
That's a true story
Follow me on my tour of the misunderstood
Live for tomorrow's tomorrow
If
You found it yet?
He say, give no fucks 'bout what they say
Gun smoke, shoot 'em two times in the head (hrrt)
Green light, shoot that bitch while
I'm changing lane
You woulda think I pulled madden
Out put it up
Grabbed 2K then put it in by the way
Young nigga just changed the game
Problem, Jon
Hello, it's nice to meet you
They call me Rell if you didn't know by
Now , I came from South Carolina, man
I'm pretty close to my grandma, you know
quickly became hysterical when she looked up, eyes bulging out of her head.
Maxwell was dangling by his leash from the ceiling fan.
His throat had been
(Yeah yeah)
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
(Yeah)
(Aye)
She gave me a call said you by yourself
I'm in a two seater wit nobody else
I been on my own cause
One banye, two banye, three and four
White chalk in the air
Black blood by the door
One banye, two banye, three and four
Tell your friend step back
out
Tell that nigga chill out
For I hit him in his mouth
Hear it loud, hear it proud
I'm the realest in the south
Golds in my mouth
Head up in
shit straight out the bottle
Fuck it, I'm runnin' shit up
Murk a rap bitch is a must
Two tone Glock and it's tucked (yeah)
G5, just me
off (set it off)
Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock,
cuts and wounds I've bound.
Busted arms, and busted heads,
Broken backs and broken legs,
I'd sooner put ye in a splint than have them put ye in
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
on
[Chorus: x2]
Girl I don't need for you to be chichi
You need to leave ya man alone cause is broken wimpy
You need to be with somebody like me
You can't
a broken jaw
Cut by a punch on your jawline
Heavyweight
Too strong
Too quick
For you
1 vs 1
Which bone should I break you?
First move
Too quick
Abrupt
on Bank-head road
East-side, West-side, North-side, South-side
Zone 1
Zone 2
Zone 3
Zone 4
Zone 5
Zone 6
Stack dough
And get Rich
Jack-town
A-town
Hold it down
everyone knows
Try diss my ting
Your gonna hold some smoke
About Clout
You wouldn't dare come south
Run up On them by myself
Like whoa Michael Its time go
This nigga steady capping
Why you acting
You ain't capping shit
5 thousand on yo head
Do it myself
I'm into clapping shit
Them niggas must've pumped ya
on the scene
Surrounded by homicide forensic team
Yellow tape... (mmm)
Haters glad that I'm dead
Pedestrians walking by
And they just shaking their heads
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