Lyrics:
Does it gotta come down to this
In order to see things for what they are and what it is
We still might not be free up in this piece
Or treated
Yeah I'm feeling myself money good no accountant's help
Walk in the mud wearing Jordan 11's and if I scuff them up I done bought 3 pair
Tie a knot in
I'm up yeeee getting a bag
I promise ima make it moma
I promise ima make it out the hood
Where niggas wish you would the lifestyle was good
Longwood
Mississippi to DC to south Florida
Where I discovered I could rap at least sort of
Begin of a long road no matter how bold
never know if you can reach your
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
But all the towns
stopped runnin'
My feets was tired anyhow
So I reached in my inside pocket
And got my harp out
Sit down by old beat up railroad train
And get me get
put a cap in him
Dropped him down to a knee just like he Kapernick
We not with that acting shit, we get to clapping shit
Won't be no accident
We can't
got a dime to waste
Grab her by her tiny waist
As she ride my face
I'm a Grimey ape in a shiny cape with alot of cake
Pickup truck how she back it up
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
But all the towns
Juice good riddance, pussy[01:24.60]You don't get no money, pussy, yeah[01:25.93]Mississippi, you puttin' the miss in that bitch[01:27.65]Yo, bitch is
administer their Christ's blessing.
In America poison is injected into the blood-stream.
Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state.
Another glorious
To The South
Lil Flip:
I'm The King, It Ain't No Mystery, So Fuck Ya'll Niggas Dissin' Me
I'm Goin' Down In History, I'm Leavin' With A Victory
Yo' Baby
feet while you flow 20 deep
Deep in the Mississippi River wrapped up in a sheet
And then ya know the Last Man Standin can't be you or me
How
Settin' shop, then sellin' dope
The Dirty South, gats all in your mouth, walk you in your house
Lay your ass down, give your money up, we don't give
shake em' but nigga not now
Down bad broke in decatur but nigga not now
Use to help out with some fakers but nigga not now
Fell bad having no paper but
daisies
I nipped it in the bud these bitches cannot play me
Mississippi's best lyricist man of few words
And still no recognition that shit sounds absurd
I know a blonde-haired hippie in Jackson, Mississippi
Who loves a good BBQ
She got a best friend cookin' down in New Orleans
Stirrin' up her own kind
lights is out
Just a young country n**** with some prime cut cock (Hol' up)
La-La-La-La-La-La-La
La-La-La-La-La-La-La-La
Just be good to me
Ohhhhh
Ain't no
In the middle of the woods in northern Mississippi
There lies a broken down cottage beside a stream
Inside a family dwells with very little hope
For
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
that's for no doubt
I can just wipe it all out and go back to SOHO
Since way back when, I've been aiming it high
To see my face goes by in flashing lights
to VA ya town's like my town!
Let's go!
[Chorus]: x2]
Whoa!
This goes out to everybody in every hood man.
No matter where ya at, where ya from.
Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
And all the towns and people seem
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Enjoy
Huhahahaha
Yeah
I'm in a foul mood
Somebody gon' get beat up
Somebody gon' get beat up
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