Lyrics:
and a big oak tree
Born and raised in an old farm house
We love the Lord and we love the South
Yall invited so come on down
We'll show you how it's done here
the South Side finna reck
Lend me your ear cause the South Side finna reck
Pop in the grey cassette, turn turn up the deck (Swang)
Pop in the grey
South side always in trouble[00:14.98]We looking for peace but no mercy[00:17.71]Shot me hit me i won't stay down[00:20.35]Cause my homeland always
Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea
Night crawlers, crickets and a Zebco 33
Old Glory waving at you
As you're driving by the court house
tail grows
I turn my face up to the sky
I thank the Lord for every cloud that rolls on by
I get this feeling nobody knows
Way down south where the fox
Progressive angst and misery
Degeneration by degrees
Unhappiness continuous
By a thousand little cuts
It's creeping normality
Gradual banality
Unremitting slow
Way Down South at the Honky Tonk, Whiskey, Women, gettin' drunk
Go out back there's an old dirt road, have a toke real easy, let it burn slow
Out by
There's a thousand miles in eighteen hours
I got to double drive down south by 35
I got the hammer down Detroit made
5 25 pushing my ass right
Acting belligerent on the daily
All by myself
Hoping that somebody insult me
But I guess I'm dead wrong
Fuck everyone else I'm in a hole
And I can't
Crossing the valley and we gets ignorant
Acting belligerent on the daily
Hoping that somebody can save me
But I guess I'm dead wrong all by myself
Fuck
get it while these haters just talk
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north
Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south
(Still breaking
by the chosen one (sing it man)
(So let it be written)
(So let it be done)
(To kill the first born pharaoh son)
I'm creeping death
Now, let my people
money flowing
Creeping down yo block masked up with aim can't catch corona
We did a drive by in dem all black suburbans
Sipping on that lean clutching
of respect
South Acres baby gangsta, I'm demandin' respect
Fuck the school vice principal, he shife and I'm leaving
Told my mama about my dope case and my
but you won't catch us leaning (no)
She can't get my semen but she might get some Neimans
Tell me that she leaving 'cause she think I'm creeping
a matching ass
With your fly-ass boots or your open toes
When you get on the floor (nigga, throw them 'bows)
Dirty South mind blowing Dirty South bread
caught
To the south to the south
My time is running out
Ever since my childhood I've been scared I've been afraid
Of being trapped by circumstance
behind
Yo' bust a ass if you ever come up south You'll get smoked like a pack of new posts
Never goin' out like suckers Cause goddamn four deep is some
Counting up this money like I'm doing mathematics
I been creeping through the valley with my hummer truck status
Making moves like an addict I'm
know that she my weakness
She creeping he couldn’t believe it
I had to fall back couldn't keep her
My big homie told me to chase it
You got problems
to the South, let the global shit begin
State of legendarys we be going for the ten (Yup)
Ten niggas deep, through the night we creeping (Hey)
Ten p.m., I'm in
to leave
Is this the life for me
Knowing no one, but surrounded by thousands
Take the freeway headed south
Over buildings you can see the mountains
Oh, Oh,
Niggas really bitches and they hoes
They love to run they mouth
I be over north with the bros
The hoes from over south
I like getting dough
I got
down to sea-
side, by the quay
Sun-drunken all the day and
We can sleep for hours
Beneath the creeping flow'rs
Where Spanish moss and vine
like
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